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soulofapatrick · 2 years ago

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Make You Feel Better - Jordan Parrish x Reader

Summary: You get attacked by one of Theo’s Chimeras and accidentally out you and Jordan’s relationship to your dad

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: little injury; oral (f!receiving); fluff

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK!” I’m crying out, the pain in my arm sudden and blinding, the all too familiar warm trickling of blood making me let out a frustrated growl but I can’t stop to check how bad it is. Of course it’s me who runs into one of the Chimera pack that has been kidnapping student for sacrifices and of course I was going to be her next victim with the way she’s hot on my tail. I’m not too far from the main road and if it’s the time I think it is, Dad and Jordan should be making their way up the road around this time, coming back from their weekly check up on Derek and the rest of the pack at the newly rebuild Hale house. All I’ve got to do is make it to the main road.

A wrist grabs my ankle and I’m flailing, the floor meeting me with a hard thumb and my nose throbs with pain. I struggle against the strong, almost bracingly strong, grip as if flailing enough will free me from her. By some miracle it works and I’m scrambling to my feet, sprinting up the embankment and my feet hit the tarmac almost painfully as the familiar sound of tires makes me relax a little but I can still hear her behind me. I’m waving my arms frantically at the Sheriff’s car, seeing the way Dad’s face has confusion, anger and then worry written across it.

Something is yanking on my hair and I’m being pulled backwards but before they can do anything else Jordan is bolting from the still moving, albeit slowing, car and firing a shot in our direction. My face feels hot and wet suddenly, that tangy metallic taste in my mouth as I stumble straight into Jordan’s open arms. He wraps me up in a hug as I bury my face in his shirt, gripping it like a lifeline and he doesn’t protest that I’m getting blood on his uniform, instead he’s smoothing down my hair as my scalp stings a little still but the safe and familiarness of Jordan calms me down. Jordan holds me tightly, his arms warm and comforting around me. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I try to catch my breath. The adrenaline from the danger is still pumping through my veins, but Jordan's presence is grounding me and you would think that after being part of the McCall Pack for four years I’d have learnt to not be scared of phased by any of this but nope.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs softly, his breath warm against my ear, “I’ve got you.”

I just nod, unable to trust my voice yet, still clinging to him. My hair is a mess, tangled and pulled out of its braid, and I can feel the sticky wetness of the blood on my face. I know I must look a right mess but Jordan doesn’t seem to care as he just hold some close, rubbing circles on my back in a soothing gesture as he waits to hear my heartbeat slow. My breathing steadies and my heart stops jackhammering in my chest as I focus on the comforting smell of Jordan: smoke; cedarwood and something sweeter like strawberries or raspberries. Without thinking I’m pressing my lips to his neck, kissing softly and Dad’s clearing throat has me realising what I did and I’m jumping back.

My face flushes and I’m glancing at Jordan who has a mixture of surprise and amusement of his face, those pretty green eyes bright in the afternoon sun, being comfortable with Dad knowing our relationship. Jordan was just waiting for me to be comfortable enough to tell Dad as Jordan is his deputy and I didn’t want him to get into trouble or anything.

“Come on, lets get you home,” Dad says, gesturing towards his cruiser and I’m nodding, slipping into the backseats while Jordan takes his place in the passenger seat and Dad gets back behind the wheel. I can feel my heart racing again, Jordan glancing back at me as soon as he hears it, brows quirked in worry before he smells the anxiety in the car, damn supernaturals and their ability to smell emotions.

The drive home is short and filled with a tense silence, the only sounds coming from the hum of the engine and the occasional tapping of dad’s finger against the steering wheel which is something he only does when he’s stressed or he’s thinking about something intently and it just adds to my building anxiety. I can feel the sweat on my palms and the tightness in my chest, unsure if it’s from being attacked by one of the Chimeras or from Dad thinking without speaking up. It makes me almost bolt out of the car and make a beeline for the front door, rummaging through my pockets for my keys and beginning to panic even more as there’s no way I could have lost them in the forest, Dad’s gonna kill me even more than-

A gentle hand grips my hip while a familiar body presses against my back, leaning around me to slot my keys into the door and open it, voice soft and sweet as he speaks, “Your Dad said you left them at home this morning.”

I’m glancing over my shoulder to see Dad pulling out of the driveway, a knowing smile on his lips, and I all but fall into Jordan’s firm body. He guides me inside, both of us kicking our shoes off and he’s suddenly grabbing my arm when he sees how much I’m wincing while peeling my bloodied hoodie off, gently checking the gash over.

Without a word he’s guiding me upstairs to the bathroom and sits me down on the edge of the bathtub. He opens up the medkit and starts cleaning the wound on my arm with a damp cloth. It stings a little but Jordan is gentle and careful not to hurt me, taking my pain as he works. As he cleans, he murmurs softly, asking me how I'm feeling and making sure I'm okay. I can feel his warm breath on my skin and I close my eyes, just enjoying the comfort of his presence.

After he's finished cleaning the wound, Jordan applies some antiseptic and a bandage. He checks it over one last time before standing up and taking a step back. "There, all done," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "You'll be okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” It slips from my lips before I can stop myself, my hand reaching to cup his jaw and rub my thumb over his cheekbone as he looks up at me with those breathtakingly green eyes.

He’s swallowing, adams apple bobbing before he whispers out a soft “Please.”

In an instant Jordan’s raising himself on his knees, lips soft and warm against mine moving in perfect harmony as our mouths mold together in a passionate embrace. I can taste the sweetness of his lips, a mix of the chapstick he’s wearing and the slightest hint of raspberries that I had smelled earlier. He’s deepening the kiss, pulling me closer and I’m slipping off the edge of the bath and straight into his lap, one of his hands finding its way into my hair to press my lips to his even more while the other wraps around my waist. The kiss feels like a warm blanket wrapped around me, comforting and familiar yet exhilarating at the same time. Jordan is gentle yet oh so passionate, his lips hot and needy against mine, a soft sound rumbling in his chest when I tug on his soft hair. I can the feel the heat radiating from his body as he holds me close as he stands in one smooth motion, keeping me held in his arms as he carries me to my room.

When we reach my room, he carefully lays me down on the bed, finally breaking the kiss to gaze down at me, those usually bright eyes having darkened and he’s wetting his lips, “You okay baby?” He asks softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes and smiling softly, thumb tracing my cheekbones. I’m nodding in response, hand finding its way to the back of his neck and I’m guiding him down into another kiss, this one much softer and slower.

As Jordan's lips meet mine again, it's as if the whole world melts away. His kisses are gentle and sweet, each one sending shivers down my spine and setting my skin ablaze. His lips move slowly and sensually, exploring every inch of my mouth with a softness that leaves me breathless. I can feel his warm breath against my skin, his hand caressing my cheek as our lips dance together in perfect harmony. It's a slow, sensual kiss that makes my heart race and leaves me wanting more. Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly as we explore each other's mouths with a hunger that cannot be denied. It's a kiss that ignites a fire within me, leaving me burning with desire and completely lost in the moment.

“Jor,” I’m gasping out, hands moving to unbutton his uniform but he gently grips my wrists, “Jor please.”

“Baby,” He’s shaking his head in amusement before he makes me look at him, “We can’t sweetheart, you’re hurt. Let me… let me help in a different way.”

“J-Jor.” I’m choking out, feeling a rush of love at how sweet he is, my breath hitches in my throat when his lips find my neck. He’s tugging at my shirt and I think my heart tries to take up skipping as I sit up to let him slide it over my head before he’s guiding me to lay back down, hands caressing my skin softly. He’s peppering kisses across my chest and stomach, leaving a trail of sweet and chaste kisses. I can feel his lips leave a few tender hickeys here and there, causing me to gasp and giggle, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin. Jordan’s touch is oh so gentle and loving, fingers dipping into my waistband of my jeans and glancing up in question.

I’m lifting my hips for him and soon enough I’m bare for him except my bra and he sits back on his heels, looking at me with appreciation and love and as much as I want to cover myself out of embarrassment I don’t as I trust Jordan. His hands are sliding up the insides of my thighs, slowly and teasingly, and before I can make any sound of protest he’s diving down and hungrily latching his lips onto my clit, drawing a surprised moan from me and I’m tugging at his blond locks. He’s flattening his tongue and lapping through my folds in slow and leisurely strokes before he presses his tongue as far as he can into my heat, a moan vibrating through me when I pull on his hair even more.

Deft and nimble fingers circle my aching heat when he moves his tongue back to my bundle of nerves, collecting slick on then before he eases them to the knuckle and I think my eyes roll back into my head when he experimentally curls them. My head presses back against my pillows, eyes slipping shut and his name falling from my lips as I rock my hips into his movements. Never in a million years did I think Jordan would be this dirty and needy with the way his other hand is gripping my hip, promising bruises and adding to the building pleasure.

“Jor, fuck… Jor baby-“

“It’s okay sweetheart,” He’s murmuring into the skin of my thighs, fingers still working at an almost brutal pace, “Cum for me baby.”

Hearing how wrecked he sounds sends me over the edge and I’m crying out his name, pulling almost painfully hard at his hair as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my thighs clamping shut around his head as he never stops. Only getting the hint when my hips are wriggling away from him and he’s pulling his fingers from me, keeping his gaze on me when he sucks them into his mouth, a soft groan leaving his lips and I whine.

“Tease,” I grumble as he slides off the bed, finding a towel and cleaning me up before he’s grabbing me some clean underwear and a pair of my sweatpants. He helps me stand on shaky legs and helps me step into them, adjusting them so they sit comfortably on my lips and I feel like I want to cry at how loving and caring he is, “What about you?”

“This was about you sweets,” He smiles lovingly at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “There you go. Now, how about some food?” I nod, feeling grateful and content as he pulls me flush against him by my hips, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before moving to press on to my forehead. Just as we’re about to pull away from each other and head downstairs the front door opens and there’s a crash, meaning it’s the one and only Stiles Stilinski. My twin brother.

“DAD CALLED, YOU TWO BETTER BE DECENT AS I HAVE PIZZA!”

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 10 months ago

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Don't Think Just Listen

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: okay let's see sub!Jordan & Dom!Reader (what else is new with me lmao) pet names & honorifics (puppy & mistress) shibari/bondage, slight edging, unprotected sex (BE SAFE YALL), creampie, face sitting, oral (f & m receiving) I think I missed something but who knows

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: you've got some plans for your sweet deputy boyfriend when he gets off of work

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As you stroll into the local police station you wave at the different officers you've met a dozen times while visiting your boyfriend. You're here often enough that even the sheriff can tell when you're around well before he sees you. Your boyfriend is at his desk but so focused on his work that he doesn't notice you until you plop a lunchbox on his desk and settle into the seat across from him.

"Hey! I didn't know you'd be stopping by today." He smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek.

"Well you forgot your lunch. Can't very well let you starve now can I?" You smile.

"Oh- I didn't think you'd notice."

"Did you leave it on purpose?"

"No! I only realized it once I got here. Sorry." He mutters.

"Well, you're lucky I was headed back to mine anyway or you'd be left to your own devices." You chuckle.

"You're not going back to my house from here?"

"No sweetie I have some work to take care of. But when your shift is over I want you to come to mine instead of going home."

"Right away?"

"What time are you off today?"

"6 o'clock."

"Yes, right away."

"O-okay. Will do."

"Good. Enjoy your lunch. You'll need the energy." You wink at him.

"I will?"

"Absolutely." You nod walking out of the building. You smile to yourself as you leave, knowing he'll be thinking about what you've implied for the rest of his shift.

Back at your place, you do actually have a lot to do before Jordan comes over and you feel pretty accomplished by the time he knocks on your door around 6:20.

"Hey!" Jordan says as he walks in.

"Hey. How was work?" You ask as he walks over and kisses you on the cheek.

"Slow. I was mostly doing paperwork all day." He groans.

"Must be nice to have a quiet day in Beacon Hills for once." You hum climbing onto his lap and straddling him.

"It's a bit like waiting for the other shoe to drop actually. I kept thinking 'what's brewing that makes things so chill right now'. The last couple of days have been way too for Beacon Hills. This level of stillness can only mean hell is on its way to our doorstep and I-" You listen to his concerns intently, your fingers running through his hair.

"You what?" You blink at him.

"I lost my train of thought." He closes his eyes and sighs, your hand in his hair distractingly enjoyable.

"That quickly?" You giggle.

"You know damn well what it does to me when you do this."

"Think you can ignore that other shoe you're waiting on for a few hours?" You ask sweetly, littering his face and throat with kisses.

"I- I can't think if you're doing that." He stutters, his head rolling back.

"I don't need you to think beloved. Quite the opposite. I just need you to tell me you'll surrender." You grab his chin gently and pull his gaze back towards you. "Will you surrender for me, darling?" You ask.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask." Jordan breathes out his eyes shining with the truth of his words.

"Pretty boy." You hum and chuckle, climbing out of his lap. "Come. I have some surprises for you my love." You say walking out of the living room. You hear Jordan scramble off of the couch to follow behind you. In your bedroom, you pull out a couple of things you plan to use for the evening, the first of which is some blue rope. You saw the color and thought it would look just perfect against his skin, especially when it starts to flush red while you play. "Strip, and then raise your arms for me my love." You say. You watch as he undoes his uniform and shrugs it off quickly. Part of you wants to chuckle at the way he pulls at the garments as if he can't get them off soon enough. When he's naked he raises his arms with a deep breath and you take a moment just to admire his toned muscles and smooth skin. You trace your fingers lightly across his skin first, smiling to yourself when he shivers under your touch, then you do the same with a section of the rope and watch his muscles tense in anticipation. You start around his neck, creating a pretty collar around his neck in blue. You make diamonds across his torso, wrapping the rope around each of his thighs, looping it in crisscrosses up his back, and finally circling it around his arms to suspend them above his head.

"Lay down." You tell him and though he struggles a bit to move in the bindings, he eventually manages to climb onto the bed. With the last of the rope, you secure him to your headboard and then step back to look over him. "Even prettier than I imagined." You hum taking a seat next to him. Grabbing his chin, you angle his head to kiss him roughly. Jordan has no trouble matching the intensity but the kiss is over as quickly as it started, your lips traversing the exposed skin between the ropes webbing across his body. You litter his chest with kisses and hickeys as he tries not to squirm, though the longer you tease, the more his control slips. By the time your kisses have made it to the tapered V at his hips your dear boyfriend is all harsh breaths and barely suppressed grunts. You spend a while there, kissing and nipping at the taut muscle because it's so close yet so far from where you know he wants your attention.

"Please." Jordan groans, his voice so strained you'd think he's been tied up for hours.

"What is it Jordan?" You mutter against his skin.

"I- I need your mouth on me- please." He says.

"My mouth is on you my love." You place another kiss on his hip to emphasize your point.

"No, I mean- come on baby, are you- going to make me beg?"

"Now you're catching on. Go on Jordan, please what?" You sit up and caress his cheek softly but with enough pressure to keep his gaze on you. Your other hand traces his skin along the edges of the ropes.

"I really- need- I need you to- I'm so hard it hurts y/n, please just- please put me out of my misery."

"But you sound so cute." You pout at him. "And you still haven't actually said what it is you want from me." You add with a shrug. Jordan's cheeks are flaming red over his request as your fingers dance across his body.

"Please. Please I- I want you to blow me- please."

"Do you now?" You smirk trailing up his length with a ghostly finger.

"Yes! So badly y/n, p-please?" Your gentle touch only winds him tighter. You dip and allow your tongue to drag across the head. Jordan jolts against his restraints, hissing at the teasing feel of your tongue.

"How badly?" You ask looking up at him.

"So so badly- mistress, I can't- please I'll do anything."

"Careful with those kinds of promises sweetness." You chuckle before letting your lips finally wrap around his dick. He draws in a shaky breath as you swallow him down and the moment you start to move he's a cacophony of grunts and whines and groans and expletives. You relish in the sounds he makes as you suck him off. When his muscles begin to tighten up beneath your hands you slow to a stop.

"Fuck." He grits out when you pull off of him.

"Not yet." You soothe. "Now since you're hands are currently- out of commission you'll have to rely on your mouth alone for this bit." You say as you stand up.

"W-what bit?" Jordan blinks at you.

"I'm going to ride you of course puppy. But before I can do that, you're going to warm me up." You shimmy out of your shorts and swing your leg over Jordan. "I expect you to do well if you want to cum tonight darling." You tell him.

"Yes mistress." He nods. You shuffle up until you're hovering over his mouth and lower yourself onto his waiting tongue. He's voracious immediately lapping at your center like a man starved and you reward each pleasurable move of his tongue with a sweet moan. He loves the way you sound and it only fuels him to go harder as he pulls out all your favorite tricks, hoping to make you cum fast and hard. It doesn't take long for that knot in your abdomen to form and tighten as you grind against his mouth. When Jordan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bundle of nerves you bury a hand in his hair and tug at the strands, a sign that he knows means you're close. He keeps at it until you jerk against him, your release coating his tongue with a drawn-out moan from you. He keeps licking at your core until you raise your hips well after the waves of your orgasm have died down.

"Working hard for your prize I see." You hum.

"Anything to please you." Jordan says, his voice hoarse and eyes blown wide.

"Aw my pretty boy. So well behaved for me." You kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pull away, Jordan's mouth chases yours, an action that makes you want to coo at your boyfriend. You adjust yourself on top of him so you're hovering over his waiting dick.

"Please, mistress." Jordan whispers. You smile slightly when he groans as you finally sink down onto his length. He fills you so nicely you can't help but moan when you're fully seated.

"So full." You hum. You brace yourself with your hands on Jordan's shoulders and start moving, bouncing your hips, eagerly riding him.

"Fucking hell." He grunts. You catch his hands twitching in their restraints and you know he's dying to touch you, he always wants to touch you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you rock against him, you'd drag them across his chest if not for the ropes covering parts of it. Still, it's satisfying to see his skin flush red against the ropes as he writhes under you. To the best of his ability, he jerks his hips against yours as you drop down over and over again and the sounds from both of you create a symphony that bounces off of your bedroom walls.

"Y/n I- I'm close. Fuck I need to- please let me- God." Jordan's head falls back as he struggles to finish a thought.

"Come on puppy, you've gotta tell me what it is you need if you expect to get it." You say with a faux sweetness in your voice that makes him groan louder.

"I need to- I need to cum, ple-please y/n. You have to- please let me cum." Jordan pants out. You lift one hand into his hair and tug harshly enough that his eyes shoot open, now forced to look directly at you.

"Ask again and don't take your eyes off of me." You tell him sharply. Jordan all but whines at the command, his eyes barely focused.

"Please can I cum? I need to so badly." He breathes out.

"That's better." You hum. "You've been good and I promised a reward if you did well. Go ahead and cum for me my hellhound."

"Thank you." Jordan groans deeply as his orgasm hits because he's sure he wouldn't have been able to hold off if you had said no. His eyes roll back as white-hot proof of his release paints your walls. You ride him through his orgasm chasing your own release.

"You're close, aren't you? Please say you're close- I wanna see it, want you to cover me in your cum. Please y/n." Jordan coaxes you over the edge with his breathy words and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you. When the aftershocks have subsided, you force yourself up first to clean him off then to untie the intricate ropes covering his frame. As soon as he's untied he pulls you on top of him and wraps his arms securely around you.

"You know, I wasn't done with the after process Jordan." You chuckle against his chest.

"Whatever it is, isn't important. I just want to hold you know."

"I guarantee you'll think it's important when these lines in your skin feel raw come morning." You muse. You were just going to rub some balm over where the ropes were to minimize the after affects.

"Nah. I wanna feel it and be reminded of tonight." He kisses your forehead.

"That is- kind of adorable? In a kinky way I guess." You say placing a kiss of your own on his chest since you can't reach his forehead from where he's got you cuddled. "Thoughts? Feelings? Feedback?" You ask, tracing some of the lines.

"You're really good at this stuff. No notes. Although- there are some other things I'd like to try- if you're open to it."

"Always baby." You say. Although you really have no idea what he's signing you up for so you should maybe be more careful with that kind of promise.

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omgkatherine01 · 11 months ago

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Moonlight Beta: Chapter 4 - Orphaned

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Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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The police had showed up to arrest Violet after she tired to kill Scott and Brett.

Lia opened the double doors to walk inside toward the boys' locker room, and she walked past Coach and the team.

"Guys, back off," Coach told them, "You can get your gear tomorrow. If anyone sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team."

Lia walked down the hall, and paused when she saw Scott talking to a man alone. "Dad, really," Scott told him, "I'm okay."

"I should've been here," his Dad said, "And I said I would be at the games." Scott shrugged lightly, "Well, I mean this was just a pre-season scrimmage. I didn't even tell you about it."

"But I promised your Mom I'd be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital," he said, "I should've been here."

"You're here now," Scott said with a small nod. He saw Lia over his father shoulder, and his father looked to where he was looking at. Lia tensed and gave a small nervous smile, "Hey. Sorry, I--"

"It's fine," Scott said as he shook his head. Lia pushed herself from the wall and walked closer as she looked at Scott's father, "Hey. Lia."

Scott's father held out his hand, and she shook it as he smiled at her, "Raphael McCall. Nice to meet you."

Jordan brought Violet out into the hall, having her handcuffed. Lia, Raphael and Scott watched.

Violet looked at Jordan's name tag, "Jordan Parrish?"

"Deputy Parrish," Jordan told her.

Violet looked at Lia and Scott, smirking as she past and Jordan led her out, leaving. Sheriff stood next to Lia, Scott and Raphael, and the man looked down at Sheriff's hand, "Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?"

"Yeah," Sheriff answered. "It's a thermo-cut wire."

Raphael looked up in recognition, and he turned around, following Violet and Jordan with the Sheriff, "Parrish, hold up."

Scott looked at Lia, "Where's Kira?"

"She took off," she answered. "Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the Dead Pool." Scott looked up, "Her Mom's on it."

"Everyone's on it," Lia said. "You're not," he said. Lia shook her head, "Not yet. There's still another third, right?" Scott tilted his head to the side and started to listen on Raphael and Sheriff talking to Violet.

Lia stared at him with a small frown, "Are you listening in?" Scott glanced at her and nodded. "How can I?" she asked softly. "Focus your breathing," he said softly after a moment and took her hands in his, "Just focus on one side, all you have to do is concentrate."

Lia released a breath and stared at him for a moment as she listened in.

"Thermo-cut wires, a very unusual weapon, Violet."

"Can you hear them too?" Scott asked, and she nodded.

"Now, we've got a file in the Bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen murders."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here."

"Maybe we should call your parents, then. Oh, no... That's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you the Orphans."

Lia glanced over and looked with Scott to see Jordan taking Violet away while she glared at Scott's Dad. Raphael looked at Sheriff, "We need to find her boyfriend, Garrett."

Sheriff nodded and Raphael walked away.

Sheriff turned around, "Coach, I'm gonna need both their locker numbers. And somebody find me a pair of bolt cutters."

Lia and Scott exchanged a look, and they let go of each other's hands. Scott nodded and they walked to the boys' locker room. "Stay here, be on the look out," Scott said quietly and walked into the locker room.

Scott opened Garrett's locker door, and knelt down. "I think someone's coming," Lia said quietly and looked at him, "Hurry." Scott unzipped a red bag, opening it before he froze. Lia glanced outside and then quickly at Scott, "You find anything?"

Inside the bag, it was full of money, all in bands, all $100 bills.

Scott hesitated and looked at her, "No," he answered and closed the bag. He grabbed the bag and closed the door. "Let's go," he said quietly as he walked out, grabbing Lia's hand and dragging her out of the hall before anyone could see them.

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The next day, Mason and Lia were on a jog in the preserve, something Mason deemed 'healthy' for Lia to do considering how weird she was being lately. To distract her from whatever was going on in her mind, Mason started to rant about how they found out their friends Violet and Garrett were really murderers.

"It's not just that we were friends with them, Li, they were using us for their cover," Mason said, "I mean, professional killers were using us. How are you not freaking out about that?"

"Trust me, Mason, I'm freaking the hell out," Lia said. It was true, Mason had no idea how worse the situation was. They were trying to kill supernatural creatures like Lia to get money from the Deadpool hit-list.

Lia didn't realize she was now running faster to the point where Mason couldn't catch up. "Lia, slow down!" Mason's words didn't register in her head until she was far enough away that Mason was nowhere to be seen.

"Crap," she muttered to herself after stopping and turning. A truck rammed into Lia from behind, making her fall and roll over the ground.

Lia groaned in pain and lifted her head. Garrett got out of the truck, walking closer with his dagger in hand, "Hey, Lia." Lia was healing from her injuries of being run over, unable to move with broken bones. "Sorry about missing movie night. Don't worry. I got something else planned." Garrett stabbed her with the knife.

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Since Mason came back from the jog and couldn't find Lia by himself, he went to the only other person Lia started to hung out with beside Mason;

Scott McCall.

Mason didn't know how Scott, a junior, knew his best friend who's a freshman, but the teenager knew that Scott and Stiles helped Lia deal with what happened with her old team coming to face them, so he didn't question it. Not now. Not when they needed to find Lia.

So, the moment Mason told the Alpha that Lia just disappeared during their jog, both of them started searching for her together around school until they went to Coach's office to see if he had saw her before her disappearance.

"Sorry guys, Lia skipped my class," Coach replied, "Maybe she's sick, like me."

Mason and Scott walked down the hall as Mason frowned and looked at the Alpha, "Lia didn't look sick on our run."

Scott looked at his phone to see if she had texted him back, but nothing. "She's not getting back to any of my texts."

"Mine either," Mason said. The bell rang, interrupting their conversation. Scott looked at him, "Yeah, don't worry. I'll find her. Text me if you see her?" Mason nodded, and he walked off to his next class and left Scott.

Scott was soon the only one in the hallway. As he was about to make his way out of the hallway to find help in search for Lia, his phone started ringing. The teen alpha sighed in relief when Lia's phone number popped up, and he quickly answered his phone.

"Lia, he--" the alpha was cut off by a male voice that he soon recognized.

"Try again, Scotty," It was Garrett.

Scott couldn't help but let out a low growl at the thought of the boy hurting his beta, "Where is she?"

"Come on, like I'm actually gonna tell you that?"

"I'll give you the money," Scott said.

"Yeah, you will. But that's not gonna get you Lia back. You're gonna have to put in a little more effort than that."

"What do you want?"

"I want the money and Violet, or you never see Lia again."

Garrett hung up, and Scott glared at his phone. He got a text from Lia's phone. He clenched his jaw as he opened it.

Meet me at the bus pit.

Scott looked around the empty hall with a glare and walked out. He walked to the bus pit and looked around before using his hearing to find Garrett.

Garrett was waiting between two buses with his lacrosse stick/dagger. Scott walked closer, stopping at the front of the buses, looking around, walking toward him.

"Okay, what do you want?" Scott asked, "You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent."

Garrett scoffed, "You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone."

Scott glared at him, "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"They are transferring Violet to a federal facility," Garrett said, "You are not gonna let that happen."

"How?"

"They're going to put her in a car," Garrett said, "We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it."

"You want me to attack a car?" Scott asked, "That's your plan?" Garrett glared back at him, "You're an Alpha. If you can't stop one little car, then one little Beta is going to die." He held up his lacrosse stick/knife, "I stabbed your girlfriend with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart… Bad things happen." Scott glared at him, trying to keep his anger in.

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Lia was in a well, a fucking well. She had been stabbed with something laced with wolfsbane. Even though she knew little about it, she knew that at some point she would probably die if nobody would find her.

"Help!" the teen shouted, "Scott! Is anybody there!" With no answer, the girl got even more impatient and freaked out. "Somebody help me, please! Somebody help me! Help, Scott! Scott!"

After a while, she tried to climb out of the well but fell back down and into the water. She was starting to lose any and all hope until she remembered a conversation she had with Scott that first night at the lake house.

It was not too long after the full moon and Lia finally gaining control that Scott showed her the window she broke while turning.

"You did that. You went right through it."

The freshman was surprised at the damage, "I jumped through a window? As in an actual window?" Scott smiled slightly at her confusion as she looked to find any injuries on herself.

"The cuts healed while you were changed," Scott spoke up, stopping the girl from checking herself over. "I guess that's one good thing," she mused, too ashamed to make eye contact with Scott.

"For you," Scott said, "For someone else, it could be really bad. We need to figure out how you can get a grip on this."

Lia frowned, remembering all the conversations she's had in the past over her lack of control when it came to her anger.

"I've been trying to do that for years, it hasn't improved much" she explained. "What does your Dad say?" he asked.

"He says when kids get angry they deal with it in one of two ways. They either hurt themselves or they hurt someone else".

It took a lot of effort and strength, but the girl finally started climbing up the well again. The girl was doing good until the wolfsbane effect started to hit her as she got closer and closer to the top. She was so close, so she howled instinctively. Luckily for her, Scott heard this and raced to the well.

Lia kept going, pushing herself further and further. Right before she got to the top, her foot started to slip as well as her hand.

But before her other hand could lose its grip, someone's hand grabbed onto her arm and pulled her out of the well.

It was Scott McCall, her alpha.

Scott pulled her out of the well and a bit a ways from it before sitting her down, "You're okay, I got you."

The girl was shaking and rightfully so. After all, she would've died if it wasn't for Scott's incredible timing.

Scott pulled her into a tight and protective embrace, sighing in relief that she was okay. Lia hung onto him tightly in fear of it all being a dream, that she was still stuck in the well. They held onto each other for that moment. They were okay, everything was okay.

"Scott... I don't feel so good," Lia admitted as they pulled away. Scott looked down at the cut on her t-shirt, and saw the deep knife wound on her chest.

"You'll be okay," he said and picked her up into his arms. He carried her away in bride style and she rested her head on his shoulder before slowly closing her eyes.

Scott brought Lia to the animal clinic where his boss, Deaton, was healing Lia. Chris Argent was also there, he had been helping Scott try and track Lia beforehand and was there to keep him company and make sure everyone was safe. They might've started on a rough-note when Allison was still alive, but it seemed as if her death brought them closer together. Chris saw Scott as a son in a way, he wanted to be there for him.

Lia groaned as Deaton cut into her chest with a professional doctor-blade. The yellow wolfsbane that she had been stabbed with came out at that moment.

Scott put his hand on her forehead in a comforting manner for his Beta. "I don't want to keep watching people die," Scott admitted quietly. "I'm not sure you have much choice about that," Chris said.

"Maybe I do," Scott said. He looked back down at Lia for a split second. Lia almost lost her life that day because of a teen couple who wanted money and were willing to kill to get it. An innocent freshman girl almost died, his first and only turned Beta.

"That's a lot of burden to carry, Scott," Deaton advised his employee carefully.

"I don't care," Scott said, "No one else dies. Everyone on that list, everyone on that Deadpool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone."

#teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf x oc #tyler posey #danielle campbell #danielle campbell icons #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall fic #scott mccall icons #scott mccall smut #scott mccall x oc

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crab-instruments · 1 year ago

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Snippet of a potential fic

Just This One Time

Teen Wolf x Supernatural crossover

a/n: It's been a long time since I've really written anything, even with ideas floating around. I've been rewatching Teen Wolf and it's my current, stupid obsession. Reading other people's fics, I kept thinking about how I would want a crossover to play out, but never finding one I liked. Hell, I don't even care about Supernatural but I found myself researching Polish rock bands for Dean and Sam's identities for a scene where Stiles would point out they can't say the Polish names right, so I started to just write. I don't know if I'll actually finish this but I am posting it more for myself as accountability (though if people like it, that would be encouraging). Not sure of a pairing and if there is one, it'll likely be pre-slash but Sterek since Stiles will be one of the main narrators.

Stiles knew something was up the moment he laid eyes in the two men dressed in suits, parading around the sheriff’s station as FBI agents. He didn’t need werewolf senses to know these two were sketchy. Sheriff Stilinski, his very cruel flesh and blood, had kicked Stiles out of his office when the two had arrived and introduced themselves. It was like the Sheriff didn’t trust his own son with information about high priority cases.

The officers in the room ignored Stiles as he sank quietly to his knees in front of the door, pressing his ear against the door. They were quite used to Stiles snooping and it was always better to ignore the teenager because dealing with him was much more work.

While he was uncomfortable in the position, Stiles didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to create any noise that could bring attention to himself, forcing the Sheriff to kick him out further. It was at moments like this he really envied his furry friends, unable to hear much through the door. The teenager focused a little harder and his efforts were rewarded.

Agent Ciechowski and Agent Ciesielski.

Stiles barely heard the names through the door but it was hard for him to mistake Polish names. Not with an abomination like his first name. Other phrases like ‘animal attacks’ and ‘claw related injuries’ seeped through the door. He couldn’t hear anything else though, as Deputy Parrish yanked him away from the door by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t stretch the shirt out, man! Come on!” The sound of his sneakers squeaked in the bustling room and his arms flailed wildly as he attempted to stand under Parrish’s grip.

“Stiles, I heard the Sheriff tell you to go home, so you should get going. You’re already on thin ice.” Deputy Parrish was young, competent, and well acquainted with the teenager’s shenanigans. He heard enough from the Sheriff and observed the rest with his own eyes.

Stiles faced the deputy, trying to convey his uneasiness with the several expressions flittering across his face in seconds. His brain worked quickly to figure out how he could convince Parrish to help him. “But…! Parrish, don’t they seem weird? They don’t give off an ‘FBI’ vibe. Something is off about them.” To drive the point home, Stiles shifted his weight from foot to foot, uneasy.

Parrish considered the words for a moment, deciphering if this was Stiles’ instincts hitting the mark once again, or it if this was Stiles’ usual brand of bullshit and he was just trying to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. “Why do you think that?” He questioned, lowering his voice and leaning into the teenager’s space to make the conversation more private.

His mouth in a thin line, Stiles eyes scanned the room for answers. “Well, it’s just… I have a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah. A feeling. Can’t you see it? About their…” Stiles gestured wildly with his arms, “everything?”

The deputy frowned, almost disappointed in the kid. He expected a better excuse. Parrish straightened his posture and put his hands on his tactical belt. “Go home, Stiles. I’ll keep an eye on them, and I promise, if I see anything suspicious—“

“You’ll tell me?”

“—I’ll talk to your father, the Sheriff of Beacon Hills and my boss, and I’ll share our concerns.”

An exasperated sigh escaped the teenager. Without Parrish on his side, there wasn’t much else he could do at the station. Stiles would have to go do research on his own, possibly give Danny a call and somehow bribe him to break the law again. Had Danny hacked the FBI database before? Maybe if Stiles presented it as a challenge, it could work.

Stiles made his way to his Jeep in the parking lot, but stopped abruptly when he saw a vintage car he didn’t recognize parked a few spots away. Beacon Hills wasn’t that big; he’d have recognized that car if he had seen it before. The only black, noteworthy car in this town was Derek’s Camaro. Therefore, this had to be the car the FBI agents rolled up in. Looking around to make sure there wasn’t eyes on him, Stiles pulled out his phone and took pictures of the car, making sure to get the license plate number to check out later. He noted that the plates were from Kansas and there was nothing signifying that this was a government vehicle.

The Jeep pulled out of the parking lot quickly, much on the teenagers mind.

Opening his laptop, Stiles typed in the first agents name, Ciechowski, into Google. The name sounded familiar, possibly from his mom telling stories of her Polish friends. When the results popped up, Stiles squinted. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it sure wasn’t the bio of a Polish rock star. The band, Republika, sounded familiar but Stiles couldn’t place why.

Digging a bit more, he found the band’s website. Stiles opened the page and couldn’t stop himself from playing one of the songs, Bikini Death.

The staccato notes from the guitar played through his speakers and Stiles realized why he recognized the singer. The band Grzegorz Ciechowski was a part of was one his mom used to play for him when he was younger, to connect him with his heritage. She had told the story of how she saw them live once and cried when Grzegorz had died.

The memories of his mother ripped a scar open inside his chest, but he couldn’t stop now.

It all came together when Stiles read the names of the band members. One in particular stood out.

Sławomir Ciesielski.

The FBI agents had taken their identities from the Polish rock band. It was what Stiles needed to confirm his suspicions.

These two men were likely hunters checking up on the werewolf population of Beacon Hills.

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Here's a link to the song, Bikini Death by Republika. There is a Polish version, but I like this remastered version. The title is a line from the song. Mamona and Psy Pawłowa were runner ups.

#crab writes #crab fics #teen wolf fic #supernatural fic #teen wolf #just this one time #wip #while self indulgent the fic will be semi realistic #supernatural #I'm writing this so it stops fermenting and poisoning my brain #also so I will stop listening to behind the bastards and hating people throughout history #snippet #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles

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thrillhoues · 1 year ago

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Josh Diaz x Jordan Parrish

The core of this prompt is that, uh, the Dread Doctors didn't entirely, successfully, kill Josh. A function of his chimeric mutation was electro-kinesis - and restarting his heart. When Cerberus arrived to claim his body, the Hound sensed something else there. A creature who would need his and the Deputy's protection, and so Josh wakes up in Parrish's apartment, asleep in his bed, and the Deputy arrived to say "I get the feeling I need to help you." Their relationship builds softly from there, I'm picturing Jordan softly fucking Josh into his mattress, a secret relationship between the Deputy and the teenager

#prompts

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ash-mcj · 2 years ago

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Jordan & Theo

Jordan Parrish x Theo Raeken | Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it?

For some reason, Jordan is very straight in my head. I can't really imagine him with a guy.

What would have made you like it?

If I could wrap my head around Jordan liking guys, I think they could be an interesting couple. I imagine them in a 'deputy grows fond of the criminal he's always nearly arresting' situation. I think they'd run into each other often and Theo would flirt and Jordan would try to be professional, but... I mean, c'mon. It's Theo. And Jordan is only a person—he couldn't ignore Theo's charm forever.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Jordan could fix him. Or maybe Theo would bring out a wild side in him that he tried to cover through dedicating himself to a career in law enforcement?? It would definitely be either 'i can fix him' or 'i can make him worse' and it would be a very great relationship, regardless.

ask me!!

#teen wolf #theo raken #jordan parrish

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ravennawritesfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Sorry Officer

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Stilinski!Reader

The familiar sound of police sirens filled the air around you as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor. Was it a great idea to piss off Deputy Parrish strictly because you were bored? Probably not. Is that exactly what you decided to do with your day after your brother and Scott had taken off that morning in search of evidence that there was a new creature in town? Yes, yes it was. You got dressed and headed straight to the station to set your mission in motion.

First you sat at his desk with your feet on his paperwork throwing paper clips at him. He didn't even look up at you, just flipped to the next page in his report. When that failed to irritate him enough, you rearranged his desk and moved all of his files when he had gone to the bathroom. When he came back, you told him that you had shredded the files. The only person that succeeded on getting a rise out of had been your father, Sheriff Stilinski; who decided that you needed to be on timeout in his office. You moped around his office until he kicked you out of the station and told you to cause problems elsewhere. He probably immediately realized his mistake, but you were gone before he could amend that statement.

There was one very well known fact about you. Your little brother may be bad; a no it all who had a knack for getting in trouble, but you had perfected the art. All of the officers in the station had at one point or another pulled you over. A few had had the opportunity to cuff you and bring you in. If Noah Stilinksi had not been the Sheriff, you would have quite the rap sheet. Lucky for you no one ever pressed charges

Walking past all of the cruisers, you were not surprised to find that Jordan's was running and ready to go in case there was an emergency. Yeah, you'd get in trouble for this one, no doubt, but it was worth it. You opened the car and slid in. You were careful backing out, when they say drive it like you stole it, they mean follow traffic laws so there isn't reason to pull you over. You saw Jordan walking out of the station as you pulled out; you also saw him see you. This was about to escalate quickly. You ended up next to Scott and Stiles at the red light. Both of them practically hanging out the window while questioning your sanity. Just as the light turned green, you could hear sirens off in the distance. Maybe it was Parrish, maybe it was your father, either way you would end up in lock up.

You stepped on the gas as lights hit the rear view mirror. You floored it, running the next red light; that was thankfully at a dead end road that no one used. You could see that it was Parrish that was following you in his truck. Why an officer would need a truck and a car, you didn't understand, but you assumed that it was because he dealt with all of the supernatural shit in town. You were approaching the preserve and Hale house when you had to slam on the brakes to avoid driving head first into Derek. You were lucky that they were both supernatural or there would have been an accident.

You white knuckled the steering wheel while they both got out of their vehicles; Derek was going to check and make sure everyone was alright, and to make sure that Parrish didn't kill you.

"Sorry officer, I didn't see the red light, I’m color blind" you grinned up at him. His eyes danced with flames, he was beyond pissed. You could hear your father over the radio as your life flashed before your eyes. Parrish leaned in the window and grabbed the radio; presumably letting him know that he had caught you.

"I don't care, you stole my car!" Derek chuckled as he got back into his car and drove away, leaving you to deal with the consequences on your own. Jordan glared, clearly waiting for you to give him some sort of reasoning that would justify such stupidity and recklessness.

"In my defense, I was told to cause trouble somewhere other than at the station." Jordan didn't seem to follow your logic, "and you were ignoring me."

"So you stole my car so I'd pay attention to you?" He stood ramrod straight and looked at you in disbelief.

"No, I stole your car to make you mad. You paying attention is just an added bonus." He was even more confused as you shooed him away from the door so you could get out. "Just cuff me already and we can discuss this on the way back to the station."

"Not cuffing you." it was your turn to be confused.

"Why not?" you huffed.

"Well, someone has to drive the cruiser back since I have the truck and despite the fact you stole it and ran a red light, you didn't wreck it so you get to drive it back. Then you can spend the afternoon cuffed to my desk," you gulped. Surely he didn't mean that in a way that you would enjoy. "And why were you so hellbent on making me mad?"

"You're hot when you're mad and I was bored." you smirked at his expression. "Not that you aren't always hot. Maybe you should ask the Sheriff for a shirt in a size up." His sleeves looked like if he flexed, they would burst at the seams.

"Are you trying to flirt your way out of punishment?" He licked his lips and looked between the vehicles clearly plotting. "You know, these need to go to the car wash now that you decided to go down a dirt road."

"You aren't going to let me take these through the drive-thru car wash are you?" you looked at the mud and the clothes you were wearing. Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, aviator glasses and stance telling you he was going to enjoy this.

"Nope, good old hand wash," he turned and walked back to his truck and got in, you followed suit and waited for him to pull out, which he didn't. He waved you to go first so he could follow you to the car wash. No running this time. It was packed so you waited in line, you spotted Derek vacuuming the Camero out. He saw you and Parrish in line and started laughing. He finished and pulled off to the side to enjoy the show.

When it was finally your turn, Parrish climbed out of the truck and leaned on the hood, arms resuming their crossed position. Derek mimicked him by his car. They were enjoying this too much. First thing you did was spray yourself in the face with the hose trying to get it working. Jordan had the decency to at least act like he wasn't laughing. There really wasn't a way to clean these vehicles and not get soaking wet.

Your phone dinged with a notification from Derek: Guess who got caught and is now facing her first punishment! It was nice that he had left you in the group chat for that. You looked at the attached photo of you spraying yourself in the face; immortalized in the group chat. At some point Peter, Scott and Stiles appeared, deciding that they had to see this for themselves. All of them stood by as you struggled to get the car clean… you still had yet to start the truck.

The audience got bored pretty quickly and dissipated, but not before Stiles handed Parrish a change of clothes for you. He kept the folded neatly and sat them on the passenger seat before returning to his supervisior duty.

When you finally got the car done, Jordan hopped in and pulled it off to the side siting that he didn't want your wet ass in his car. When he pulled the truck forward, he didn't get out. He watched you closely from inside the truck, regretting his decision to make you wash the vehicles more and more as the seconds passed.

You had stopped when some guy walked up to you to say hi. You looked mortified to be washing the vehicles while the officer was inside. You passed it off as just helping out, but you looked like you wanted to melt away. Jordan was also coming to a conclusion that he was going to have a hard time covering up; he was starting to really like you. You, Stiles' annoying older sister. Little miss can do no wrong. The OG shit head. Everyone agreed that you were far worse than Stiles. But you were growing on him.

Once you were done rinsing the truck, he rolled down the window deciding to test the waters. He called you over to hand you your clothes, when you turned to walk away, he pulled you back and in for a kiss. You didn't immediately pull away, but you didn't exactly reciprocate it either. He let you go to change your clothes. While you were getting dressed he inspected your work. When you walked back in, you silently got into the car and he followed you back to the station. Before you got in, you found his ticket book and wrote him a note: Next time get me coffee first ;).

He'd find it sooner or later.

#teen wolf #jordan parrish #jordan parrish x reader #hellhound #Deputy Jordan Parrish #Stilinski!Reader

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shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years ago

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Just a jacket

requested by @vampireatemycats 32 "you need to work on your people skills," 42 "is that mine?' "are you refurring to me or the shirt?" Derek hale x reader A/N i know this one is a little short i just wanted to get it out quick the others will be longer but i hope you like it

He doesn't know when it started but Derek found himself not dreading the pack meetings in his loft once a week as Scott demanded be hosted there since Derek was the alpha, don't get it wrong he still hated the uncontrolled teenage hormones stenching up his home or how Stiles would bring over all the pieces of his wall of crazy and spread it across every inch available. but he always found it worth it when she'd walk in suddenly her scent stuck to everything she touched and the dusty old police files seemed like the most interesting thing when the contents fell from her lips as she read aloud. that's why he's leaning against the island watching the door like a hawk.

you were late, you were never late you always came early to help him set out snacks which he only had because they were your favorite not that he'd ever admit it. "Hey!" Stiles yelped when Derek reached out and yanked his arm. "Where's Yn?' "What!" rolling his eyes at the spazz he readly doent know how you deal with him, "Y/n isn't here where. is. she.?" he sighed out trying again making Stiles bristle up, he sensed Dereks' weird obsession over you no matter how many times Lydia and Alison say it's a normal crush he refuses to see it like that. No way sourwolf could have normal emotions, nope. "Why do you care? matter of fact while we are asking where things are where is the food? drinks? little dog treats you nibble on at night?" Lydia could see the older wolf getting irritated at the game Stiles was playing and decided to break it up. "She has dinner plans tonight in town." no longer than it took her to finish her sentence he was already out the door, the strawberry blonde smiled pulling her phone out to warn you, she was definitely your biggest shipper. in the center of downtown becon hills, you were sat at your favorite diner books laid open across the table being ignored as you laughed at some joke the young deputy told you the smile on his face slowly fell as he locked eyes on something behind you. before you could ask what was wrong two hands landed with a heavy thud on the table as Derek glared at Parrish, "Don't you have better things to do?" at the flash of Dereks eyes, Parrish just sighed and gathered his things. not without saying goodbye to you drawing out a low growl that only the two supernatural could hear. once he's out the door Derek drops into the empty chair and flipped through one of the books set out like nothing happened. raising your eyebrow at him gaining nothing but a shrug, "That was rude." "So is being late." he rebuttled, shooting you a look before going back the the book which you know he wasnt actully reading seeing as it was upside down. 'For the record, I texted Stiles and Scott that i was busy tonight," for some reason wanting him to know you didn't just ditch. "Next time text me." he hummed, meeting your eyes, a smirk pulled up of his face as he sat the book down and leaned in, eyes shooting to the jacket draped over the back of your chair. "Does your little sherrif know you brought my jacket on your date?" crap, he gave it to you weeks ago after a pack meeting and it was too cold outside you had almost forgotten it was his only the occasional whiff of his cologne reminding you but still hadn't stopped you from practically taking ownership of it, not that he needs to know you were nervous and it brought you comfort, the jacket, not Derek. "It wasn't a date and he's a deputy." you didn't notice your foot tapping under the table or the fact he could literally hear your heartbeat but you didn't want to give in that easily. Derek who was still leaned in sat back in his chair smiling not caring you defended the deputy one bit and nodded his head back at the leather jacket. "You didn't answer the question, is. that. mine?'' his tone slowed as it did in the loft but had a completely different meaning with you. the look in his eye gave you some unexpected confidence. you and Derek have always been close ever since Scott got bitten he never got irritated at you or withheld information and you were normally the middle man because of it. while you both knew you had feelings for each other and could often be found stuck to the other side or cuddling on his couch during a full moon when he was too afraid to leave you alone claiming you were safer there, regardless you had never crossed that line but the feeling tonight had you toeing that line. mimicking his previous position. "Are you refuring to me or the jacket?" You didn’t bother to hide the teasing tone your voice took sinking your teeth into your bottom lip when his eyes flash down to them. You knew you were being blunt but you were tired of waiting for him to make a move which came to a shock to your table companion but wasn’t objecting. Dereks smirk changed to a real smile as he met your eyes and took a breath as if preparing himself to speak the words aloud or preparing for what could be your reaction to them. But with the signs you’d given tonight, he felt more confident than he normally would around you. “The jacket.” He words or lack there off made your shoulders drop in defeat. Maybe Lydia was wrong maybe you were wrong. To far in your head you didn’t notice Derek lean forward in the table again, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your nose and lips. “I already know you’re mine.” Pulling away leaving you in your haze he stood, grabbing the jacket from your chair you thought he was carrying it for you until he took the one he was wearing off and held it open waiting for you to slide your arms through. Not fully understand why until you obliged the cologne and a scent that is solely Derek engulfed you. Laughing under your breath which you knew he heard. “Did you give me this because it smells more like you?” Derek didn’t even look ashamed for being so transparent, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you further into his side. Loving the fact he could smell himself on you knowing that if he could so could every other supernatural in town. “Have you make sure everyone knows who you belong to"

#teen wolf imagine #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #teen wolf x reader

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years ago

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Art of Seduction: Jordan Parrish

Character: Jordan Parrish x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, a bit kinky

The sound that I knew all too well the one of a half-empty spray bottle echoed from the walls in front of me, deep in the night. It was a Saturday evening. Perfect for painting a wall that needed colors more badly, than a goth.

It was old, almost begun to crumble. It was hideous to be friendly about it. And thanks to being a Saturday evening. Cops wouldn’t show up either. It didn't matter, who or how many people would call, this „Vandalism“, to them. They had their hands full with all the parties they had to stop.

Only the occasional car, could be heard over the music, blasting inside of my ears, as I finished my work.

As the fifth spray bottle was empty and thrown away, I finally could get the entire picture in my sight. Happiness overcame me especially because I did not interrupt this time.

„Looks, good you got better,“ I heard someone say beside me, as I removed the blasting earpieces.

„Thanks, it took a lot of time and also…“, just as I saw to my side, my heart stopped. „Fuck,“ I muttered shortly after under my breath.

A toothy smile was sent in my direction, as the deputy looked slightly down at me. „Do we the normal thing? You know, me running away from you, following me, tackling me about half a mile later. Us wrestling on the floor, just so I could feel that you like this more than you should. Just for you to handcuff me. Throw me against your car and you then search my body for ‚Weapons‘. So you could feel my toned body up with your strong big hands. You let them linger a bit too long on my ass, just after quickly dipping into my pants?“

He was so stunned by my accusation, that he did not see me start running. I got a good headstart and I used it well. At this point, I knew the place and where the best way was to get away from the police. If the deputy running behind me would've been a normal person and not some sick super athlete I even would've gotten away.

But before I could even get near the next fence, I already tasted the green grass and even a bit of dirt in my mouth. „You didn't have to be so aggressive officer,“ I mocked his obvious attraction to me. Which I felt as he poked me while lying on me.

„Shut up!“, he growled into my ear. Which I took immediately as a warning to stop teasing him.

I tried to get a little breather from the officer on me, but he just pinned me down hard, not even trying to get the handcuffs on me. Just holding me down, even pressing himself a bit harder into me.

„Is everything okay officer? Do you need someone to cuddle, are you lonely at night?“, I just couldn't hold the taunt in me

For some reason, that seemed to have gotten him out of his daze and he finally took his handcuffs out. Putting them closer around my wrist than ever before. As I asked him to loosen them a bit up, he only squished my face harder into the soil below me.

Just to pull me off of the floor a moment later. He aggressively pulled me with him to the car, where he again throw me against it to search me. „Don’t forget my ass, there could be something hidden in!“, I taunted him again. He mumbled something under his breath, which I was not able to hear, but just as normal, he touched my body up.

His long strong finger, wandered down from my shoulder, my arms down, to my torso, and then slowly they dipped into my pants, this day they were especially loose and fell down almost immediately.

The deputy stiffened up behind me, as I looked behind me already uncomfortable because my pants were down my ankles. He stared at my behind which was perfectly sitting in my tight underwear.

„You see something you like Deputy?“

Without any hesitation, his finger slipped under my underwear. Panic began to raise up, I trashed and tried to get away from the man, but he pushed me harder against the car, holding me in place, with his entire body. „You want this, you are teasing me for months.“

As his hands hold both my cheeks in them, he massaged them a bit. Even though it felt good, I did not want this. He was too close, his finger were too hard on me. It only got worse, as they wandered and shortly after found my crack.

Where his finger resident for a moment, just to slowly push my underwear down. „You are doing all your activities everywhere I am. No other officer has ever problems with you only me,“ he whispered into my ear.

Slowly he wandered down my body. His hands were now on my back to hold me in place, while I suddenly could feel his breath at a place, where I never wanted to feel something like this. And as then something warm and wet found my sensitive entrance, a traitorous moan broke out from my lip.

He licked my entrance like a pro, opening me up. My begs to stop fell on deaf ears, while he was doing something to me, that felt wrong and at the same time so right.

„I knew you were a slut the moment, I tackled you the first time,“ he spoke up the short moment, he actually came off of my behind. Just to leap directly into it again.

But my fun did not hold for long. Because in the fracture of a moment, we switched places. He was leaning against the car, while I was on my knees directly in front of this beast of a man. „Serve me, slut!“, he demanded from me. But I was too perplexed to do anything. I just stared at him. Which he did not like at all. He pressed my face to his crotch. „Open it,“ he commanded me this time. With shaking hands, I did just that. Opened his fly, just for nothing coming out. For a moment I wanted to make fun of him again. A smug smile was already on my lips. But as he then pulled his thing out, I fell out of all faith.

„Suck it, worship my body!“

The smug smile I had, was now on the deputy's face, while I looked in horror at his massive member. He was a tall, muscular dude, but that thing? Humans shouldn’t have dicks like this!

But the deputy got increasingly angry, as I did nothing. So he took matters into his own hands again. He forces my mouth open and just laid his dick head into my mouth. Soon after I still did not do a thing, he moved slowly in and out. He was still completely limp. But that changed quickly. He used my head and even ignored my gag reflex. „So long!“, he muttered while almost breaking my jaw.

„Finally!“ Without another warning, he came into my mouth, with loud grunting, giving me no chance but to swallow everything.

It took him a while to come back down. All the while his dick did not get limp again. My ass is still out in the open. „Now worship your new master's body!“

He opened his button-up shirt, just to show off his perfectly chiseled body. „Please keep your clothing on!“, I out of a sudden begged him. For a moment he was confused but realized that you loved being treated like a whore, by a man in a police uniform.

His smug smile evolved into a devilish grin. „Beg me louder.“ And so I did, I almost screamed at him begging him to not take off any clothing. He still wanted me to worship his muscular body, which was way superior to my toned athletic one.

Good half an hour later, I found myself laying on the front of his car, back on the metal, while my legs were held high by his shoulders, with him drilling me completely numb with the monster he all the time had hidden under his pants.

He did this for hours. I couldn't even believe it. I never heard from someone who could do the deed for this long. But as I saw the sun coming out, he must've seen this too. Because he carried me over to the back of his car, finally getting out of me. Calling in, that he will end his shift and will drive home now.

I asked him to bring me home as well. He just looked at me, in a way I could not explain.

Save to say, that he did not bring me home. He even let me write my parents a message, that I would not come home for a while, sleeping at a friend's house. Just to get used to my Jordan or Deputy Parrish, as he liked to be called in bed.

When I came back to school, Wednesday, everyone could see that I wasn’t the same anymore. Limping all the time, being submissive, instead of my usual cocky self. But other than Jordan thought. I got in more and more trouble just so he could arrest me again. And have his way with me.

He showed me who I truly was. Just some toy for a man like him. But he started all of this, with a simple lingering glance on my behind. He also ended it with taking my pride, virginity and destroyed the selfpotryed I had from this macho, alpha guy that fucks every girl and sometimes guy, that came into my view.

Now I know where I belong,

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anika-ann · 2 years ago

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Protect and Serve - Pt.1

Ch1: The Meet and the Cute

Type: multichapter, Teen Wolf post s06-A, slight AU

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader Word count ch1: 2600

Summary: In a need of change of scenery for a while, you stabbed your finger into a map and ended up heading to Beacon Hills to start anew. You cared little for obscure blog posts claiming the town had a reputation – house prices were a miracle and there was a job opening at local high school.

And if the population was half as nice and pretty as certain Deputy patrolling the streets, you were going to be just fine. ...right?

Warnings: fluff and cutesy, cops?, serial killer mention, language

A/N: Title (besides from the obvious) from s05e09: “I'm a very good deputy, and I'd like to stay that way. Flipping over jeeps and attacking colleagues doesn't exactly fit with protect and serve.” (J.P.)

A/N2: not sure anyone will even read this since it’s kinda niche AND so late to the party but... ah well. Was itching to write this. There’s not enough JP x reader out there. Divider by firefly-graphics

One glance – that was all it took. Just one glance and all hope was lost at last, even as you knew the end was long time coming.

“No! No, no, nooooo,” you whined, watching the screen turn dark, the company logo flickering up once more before your phone died completely, your gaze snapping back to the road. “Dammit!”

Scanning your surroundings, you found the nearest place to stop – a simple task, truly, since Beacon County was apparently nothing but woods – and pulled over, killing the engine.

You deserved this; you knew that. That’s what you got for postponing basic things like buying a new charging cable – something you had meant to do weeks ago. But between packing, filling in a mountain of paperwork, calls with Mrs. Martin and goodbyes to your few friends, you felt too exhausted to do a single piece of work extra. Such as purchasing a silly piece of electronics.

It was karma, really. Bitchy karma who left you with Beacon Hills at your fingertips and a dead GPS. It wasn’t that you hadn’t looked up the map of the place before; you just succumbed to the sin of modern times and didn’t care much to actually remember where the school was in position to your new home, relying on a piece of technology instead.

It was the cop’s fault anyway. Your phone was supposed to last, you should have already been in Beacon Hills, waiting for the appointment with Principal Martin, but apparently the Beacon County Sherriff’s department was taking their job a little too seriously when directing traffic. Deputy Whatshisname had held you up too long when checking the papers, making you blow into the stupid breathalyser and walk a straight line despite your reassurances that you had not been drinking and driving. He just had to check your first aid kit and other obligatory equipment too; and now your phone was useless. You hoped karma was about to bite Mr.Deuty in the ass too.

“No use crying now…” you muttered under your breath, cursing when you realized you couldn’t even call your future boss and apologize for probably being late.

Plugging your phone in, toying with the pitiful excuse of a cable for a bit, you slowly started the car again, mentally crossed your fingers and hoped for the best.

You reached Beacon Hills in barely two minutes with no problems – it was the town itself which posed a challenge.

Half past eleven in the morning, the roads were nearly free of cars. A good thing, truly, because with how slow you were going, eyes sharp as your gaze trailed over every sign, trying to spy names of the streets and hoping for something to spark a memory, you might encounter some serious road rage of other drivers otherwise.

Instinctively, you tried to head towards the town centre, sure you were doing a decent job, until you found yourself on the edge of the town again, quickly making a U-turn and heading back.

Maybe the blog posts were right about this town: there was something strange going on. Maybe it was a labyrinth. Maybe it was like a Bermuda triangle. Hell, maybe it didn’t even exist in the same realm as the rest of the world, floating in some parallel universe-

You scoffed and eyed your watch. You were already late. You might as well stop by the coffee shop you had passed five minutes ago – if you’d be able to find it again. Maybe there would be someone with a functioning charging cable willing to lend it for a small coffee and cheesecake bribe too.

Resigned, you added coffee shops and bakeries to list of things to keep an eye out for as you slowly followed the road, watching people on their lunch break filling the streets. You really didn’t want to stop and ask for directions like an idiot, but you promised yourself that unless you found your way in the next three minutes, you-

The sudden blare of a police siren made you jump in your seat, dull pain in your chest following the startle in your heart. Jesus. Before you could try to find the source, the red and blue flashed in the corner of your eyes in your rear-view mirror.

Along with the flashing sign asking you to stop.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This wasn’t karma toying with you anymore. This was God’s fucking punishment.

And the Beacon County Sherriff’s department definitely already hated you.

With a sigh, you pulled over at the nearest opening, grateful for the siren instantly falling silent, quickly followed by the flashing lights dying out as the door of the police car opened.

Fine. Fine. So you’d have your papers checked twice in one day, whatever. But you swore if they would test you for alcohol again, you’d throw a fit. It was already midday. You were supposed to be at the school at the moment and you would have, hadn’t it been for the self-important prick in uniform you encountered less than an hour ago.

You pulled your window down and dug into your glove compartment in search of the documents for the second time that day, throwing them on the passenger seat. Looking for your driver’s licence next as you heard the officer stop by your door, you started talking, willing yourself to be nice despite the world not returning the favour today.

“Okay, officer, I’m sorry and I mean no disrespect, but could we deal with this really fast? I swear I have been pulled over for checking papers two towns over, breathalyser and walking included, and I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything wrong now and I was most definitely not speeding, so please just let me show you the papers and we’ll be on our way, because I’m already late, okay?” you blurted out in one breath, finally finding your prize.

Ha!

“Ma’am.”

The police officer addressed you with a surprisingly low level of irritation in his voice, but you felt a pang of shame anyway as you gathered all the documents.

“I’m sorry, that was rude, but it was also the truth and it would really help me, so here-“

The moment you turned to hand your papers to the poor man who was just doing his job and looked up, your brain came to a screeching halt – and refused to work in anything but simple short sentences.

Oh. He’s young.

Oh, he’s pretty.

Oh god, he needs a bigger uniform. The sleeves are definitely too tight. His arms-

Speaking of arms. And shoulders. He had a patch on the uniform. He wasn’t an officer. He was with the Sherriff’s department, after all. He was a Deputy.

A really, really handsome deputy.

With a light-brown ruffled hair and cute wrinkle between his brows as his bright green eyes roamed your face with misplaced but entirely genuine concern, the corners of his lips lifted in a careful but friendly smile.

You were fucked. You would also like to be fucked. By him. He could use the handcuffs that were no doubt fastened on the back of his belt if he wanted. On you or on him. No preference. Jesus. Your mind was definitely not supposed to head into the gutter so fast, but here you were.

This must have been karma paying you back for your grief. She sent Deputy Parrish to make your day better. You didn’t know whether to climb him like a tree or pinch his cheek first – that was how attractive and absolutely entirely cute he was. Especially when he frowned a little harder.

Be still my foolish heart.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

“Yes! Sir.” you blurted out, letting go of the papers at last. “I’m fine.”

And so are you.

You couldn’t believe he was addressing you as ma’am. Then again, you couldn’t believe you just called him Sir. You needed to get a grip.

On him, your brain helpfully supplied and even as you completely agreed, you willed to remind yourself you were an adult and not a screeching horny teenager. Which was slightly difficult since the Deputy’s lips curled up in an easy smile.

“Good. And you’re right, you weren’t speeding,” he assured you, completely ignoring the documents you handed him, eyes firmly on yours.

They really were pretty. But momentarily not enough to distract you from what he said. Go adulthood.

“I’m pretty sure I was going on a snail pace.”

“Exactly,” he confirmed, his smile growing along with your bewilderment.

He wasn’t checking your papers, still. He didn’t pull you over because you were speeding – quite the opposite, it seemed. Huh? What were you missing? It was your turn to frown.

“…you pulled me over because I was going too slow?” you asked, slowly, pondering over every syllable, because even as you said it, it made no damn sense.

“Yes-“

“But this isn’t a free-way! There’s no limit, is there?” you questioned. Wait, was there? Was that a California thing? A Beacon County thing you failed to research? “...I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but I’m so very confused right now.”

The Deputy – Parrish, his nametag read – chuckled, flashing a perfect white line of teeth in the process, his left eyebrow arching almost playfully.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t remember seeing your car around before and given the fact you were on the opposite end of the speed limit, I was wondering if you needed any help?”

Your confusion hit an entirely new limit. You understood every word he said, but it seemed like they made no sense whatsoever when woven together like this. You blinked several times, but the image of a handsome and apparently an overly helpful deputy didn’t disappear. Not even when you tilted your head. Weird.

“…you pulled me over because I looked lost and you thought I might need help…?”

He grimaced, even as the amiability still shone from his eyes. “It does sound pretty strange now that I think of it, doesn’t it?”

It did.

It also probably sounded a little creepy.

And maybe it should scare you, especially since the guy was a pretty face – a devil with a face of an angel, you heard all about those, the charming serial killers – but something told you that you could trust him. If not for the strangely intense gut feeling telling you this guy did not have a single mean bone in his body, then for the fact that there was another person in the car waiting for him. Surely, they couldn’t both be serial killers. Right?

And there were a few people around who could be potential witnesses in case these two planned to Ted-Bundy you in the nearby woods, so you were going to be fine.

But mostly, Deputy Parrish was emitting such a warm and kind aura, with his boyish smile – a little self-deprecating now, bless his heart – making his bright green irises crinkle, that you simply couldn’t but trust him.

You hoped it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. Though you’d have nothing against him biting-

You cleared your throat.

“A little…” you admitted at last, a smile spreading your lips as well as the tips of his ears seemed to grow slightly red, “but truth to be told, I am lost and you look like the kind of a cop who’s really dedicated to the whole ‘protect and serve’ thing, Deputy Parrish. So… thanks for the care, I guess.”

“All the same.” He gave you back your documents without sparing them a single glance, his free hands now occupied by resting on his belt. “Where you headed?”

High school. The simple and most adequate answer was high school. But the sincerely curious tone in Mr. Handsome Deputy’s voice just flipped a switch in your brain, leading you to share way more than necessary.

“Uhm… I have meeting with the principal of local high school. I’m gonna teach there, starting next week. English and Spanish.”

“Oh! Welcome then,” he greeted you warmly, seemingly pleased by that information for some reason. “High school’s easy enough. Just follow us.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was joking, right?

He did not look like he was joking.

In fact, he seemed perfectly relaxed – even if still standing tall, shoulders squared -, the easy smile still on his lips, he reciprocated your gaze with more patience than you probably deserved.

Instinctively, you looked over your shoulder, finding the Deputy’s companion waiting in the car, playing with his phone. From the distance, he appeared completely unbothered by the world around him.

“Miss?”

You head snapped back to Deputy Parrish, not missing his slightly amused tone or the change in addressing. One corner of his lips lifted, you noticed he was slightly leaned forward to you. If you had even a little bit higher opinion of yourself, you’d say he was flirting. And he was on the job – a job he clearly took very seriously. Definitely not flirting. Right?

“But you-- he… really?”

“Yes.”

Well. That actually sounded great. Lord knew you were already spectacularly late. You’d take your chance – as surreal as this whole encounter had been so far; you might as well make the most of it. Especially with a willing and maybe flirty eye-candy like Deputy Parrish.

Leaning onto the frame of the window, you gazed up at the man, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion.

“Is this a trick? Are you actually arresting me? I mean… surely you have better things to do than help a teacher with a dead GPS find her way...?”

His gaze flickered to the console to your phone and the excuse of a charger, the root of all trouble – trouble you were barely worried about momentarily, since he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I promise we’re not arresting you. The school’s less than ten minutes away. It’s no trouble, really,” he said, shrugging it off.

The choice was easy then – with one little detail.

“Thank you… but you will not turn on the siren, right? And the flashing lights?” you pleaded, only half-joking. He quirked one corner of his lips. “‘Cause I would never get away with telling the class to be quiet if I make that much noise just arriving at school for the first time.”

You were well-aware it was past midday – but you’d swear that when the man laughed, because of something you said with an intention to make him laugh, the sun only had just finally come out. It was a blinding sight; and your smile widened of its own volition at the joyful sound.

“I will not turn on the lights nor the siren and I’ll stop a few streets over so you don’t make a spectacle on your first day,” he promised, still chuckling, so absurdly sunshine-like you truly were tempted to put your sunglasses on. And maybe a facial mask to hide just how hot your face felt under his appreciative gaze.

“Bless you, Deputy.”

“Hey, it’s protect and serve, right?” he echoed your earlier words, grinning.

For some inexplicable reason, the best reaction you came up as he was turning to leave was to mimic a salute.

You groaned in embarrassment as soon as you believed him to be out of earshot and sight – but still, you were sensible enough to check the side mirror to catch a glimpse of him leaving.

You were not disappointed. The sleeves were not the only part of his attire that was a little snug. Bless the Deputy, indeed.

As you eventually pulled up at the school parking lot, the police car disappearing in the distance, you found yourself still smiling wide despite regretting some of your choices; the memory of the attractive Deputy fresh in your mind, you couldn’t help but feeling an imprint on your heart too, his wholesome persona and contagious smile leaving you giddy and ready to face your fresh start.

Even if you were a little late for it.

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 37: Helplessness

The next few days, Derek ordered Sam to stay on bed rest according to her mother who also agreed.

Derek had gone to the vault and saw something that she had apparently left behind.

He said something about handprints on the floor that looked like someone had dipped their hands in black paint and plastered them on the ground. Despite being a little creeped out by the news, he still found a way to joke about how small the handprints were.

She hung up after he told his joke and laid back against her pillows before looking at her hands. How did she leave handprints on the ground…? She didn't understand.

How bad was the poisoning…? Was she bleeding through her hands…? Well, she supposed he wouldn't have been able to tell. Sucks.

The next morning, Scott called to tell Sam that a police officer had tried to burn Deputy Parrish alive in his car. She came into the loft after Scott and Lydia brought Parrish in. Sam raised an eyebrow. "You don't have any burns on you.", Sam points, catching the man's attention.

"I thought about that too.", Lydia said.

"I was burned alive, all of me should be gone.", Parrish said, looking at his hands.

"Not if you're like us.", Scott said, grimly.

"He can't be.", Sam said. "If he was, technically, all of his hair and nails would be gone." Although… Peter's scars did heal as well.

Sam sighed. "If you are something, that means we'd have to figure it out. That's gonna take some time.", she said.

"Have you asked Chris to look in the bestiary?", Derek asked Scott.

The boy shook his head. "I don't know where to find him."

"What's a bestiary?", Parrish asked. "Actually, that's not my biggest question. Are you all like Lydia? You know…psychic?"

Sam chuckled and shook her head. "Not exactly.", Scott grimaced.

"Then what are you?", Parrish asked.

Derek and Scott shared a look and Derek shrugged. Scott turned to Parrish and flashed his eyes. "We're werewolves."

"I'm not.", Lydia clarified. "I'm also not psychic. I'm a banshee."

"A banshee?", Parrish's eyes widened. He looked at Sam. "And you?"

"Uh…werewitch?", Sam says and shakes her head dismissively. "I'm still figuring it out."

"What you need to know is that everyone like us is on a deadpool. Professional assassins are hunting us down.", Scott told him.

"How many assassins are we talking about?", he asked.

Lydia sighed. "We're starting to lose count."

"Wasn't it another police officer who tried to kill you?", Sam asked.

"I don't think he'd ever done anything like that before.", Parrish said, honestly.

"Then we're not just dealing with professionals anymore. Anyone who can get their hands on that deadpool is a threat."

"There's another reason I came here.", Lydia said. "I might have a lead on the benefactor."

"Who?", Sam asked.

"My grandmother.", she responded, making them look at her in confusion.

"Isn't she dead?", Scott asked.

"That's what we thought, but I'm not sure anymore.", she frowned. "Meredith has been to the lake house before."

"How'd your grandmother know her?", Derek asked.

"She didn't, she found her because of the woman she loved, Maddy," she told him. "She died before I met her, but her name is everywhere in the house. Apparently Maddy was on a sailing team, she won a lot of awards."

"How'd she die?", Parrish asked.

"How's not the story, it's what happened right before. My grandmother, Loraine, was at work in San Francisco one weekend. She was alone in the office on a sunny day, but the only sound she could hear was rain. The rain kept getting louder and louder, the thunder sounded like gunshots in her head. It was so loud she had to scream."

"Like a banshee…", Derek muttered.

"She called Maddy, who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake but Maddy said that the sun was shining there too so Lorraine didn't say anything.", Lydia explained.

"There was an accident?" Parrish stated

"It took them four days to find Maddy's body and then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists, like the PHD in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find, none of it worked." Lydia said, shaking her head.

"Then she started getting into more extreme occult, things like mediums and psychics all of them were failures until Meredith. They found her at Eichen house, this fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard, they brought her to the study and they almost killed her, she was hospitalized for over a year, she…never really recovered. My grandmother drove her insane and I drove her to suicide and all she ever wanted to do was help."

They all moved to stand around the table as Lydia showed them a piece of paper with more code on it just like the dead pool was written in.

"My grandmother created the code for the dead pool, they think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place." She slid the paper over to Scott. "She left me this message in the same code."

"But she didn't leave you the cipher key, did she?", Scott asked her. Lydia shook her head, making Sam frown and rub her back. All of this was happening and they knew she felt helpless.

Lydia and Parrish left moments later. Sam sighed softly and sat at the desk, looking over the codes.

"Careful with that.", she heard Derek warn and looked up to see Scott holding a gun. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Derek.

What the hell was he doing with a gun?

"I thought you didn't like guns?", Scott said and passed it to Derek when he held out his hand for it. "How bad is it?", she asked Derek. He looked at her, his green eyes holding a hint of sadness.

"My eyes, my strength, the healing…all of it…", he shook his head.

"Gone?", Scott asked him.

"Whatever Kate did to me, it's still happening.", Derek said as he put the gun down on the bed.

He sounded so dejected. Scott and Sam shared a look.

"If the dead pool was really made by a Banshee then there's something else that you should know about.", Scott said, catching their attention. "Your name broke the third cipher key." Derek looked at him then glanced down.

"And the other two keys were Allison and Aiden.", Derek said, making Sam's eyes widen. "Wait–", Sam says, looking at Scott.

"I…I don't want to make you nervous but it kind of feels like there might be a pattern there, doesn't it?", Scott continued, nervously. "Allison, Aiden…you…"

"Names picked by a Banshee.", Derek said.

"It…it could mean that you're in danger.", Scott said.

"Scott, Banshees don't predict danger. They predict death." Derek corrected and glanced at Sam. Sam didn't even know what to say.

So… Allison and Aiden were destined to die…? Lydia predicted their deaths…

Scott didn't say anything more and left silently, leaving Sam and Derek alone.

Was there really nothing she could do…? She didn't want to keep putting people she cared about in the dirt. She was tired of it.

"Sam.", she heard Derek and shook her head. She felt a tear drop onto her lap, not realizing she had already started crying. Derek walked over to Sam and knelt in front of her, lifting her face to meet his.

He gave her a small smile. "You're gonna make it through this."

"Stop."

"You, Scott and Stiles and the others. You'll pull through. Stopping the dead pool should be your focus.", he says.

"Stop it!" She yanked her face out of his hand. "If this is your way of telling me I need to move on with my life and just forget you, then you're dumb for even trying. I already told you I'm not leaving you alone. That also means not letting you die."

He frowned and sighed. "Sam."

"No. We're not saying goodbye. I don't wanna say anymore goodbyes. I'm tired of them.", Sam argued.

"You'll get to live, though. You'll get to live and hopefully have a normal life. Finish school, get a job. Something I didn't get to do.", he says, and she shook her head, feeling more tears collect.

"I don't wanna do that without you.", she whimpered.

His eyes became glassy as he let out a soft chuckle. "I think you've been doing fine without me."

His thumb wiped her wet cheek. "You gotta learn to be happy without me again.", he whispered.

"I'm happier with you. Of course, I'm happy with the guys, but you've become an addition to my life. I can't just forget that. I don't want to.", she sniffled.

He let out a sigh and pulled her into a hug. "You make me happy too…", he mumbled in her shoulder.

Derek made Sam go to school and even told her to have fun, but she couldn't do that. Especially not when Liam told them that his printer ended up printing out a new part of the dead pool. Liam's worth increased and made him more scared than before.

Sam and Scott tried having him relax at the bonfire and Sam went to go check up on Malia with Scott and Liam.

"Hey, what are you doing here?", Scott asked Malia.

"Getting drunk.", she replied. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to make sure no one gets hurt.", Scott replied.

"That sounds fun too.", she said, taking another sip of whatever she had.

"Malia, you can't get drunk.", Sam told her. She looked at Sam in disbelief. "What?"

"We think it has something to do with our healing but trust me I've tried.", Scott said, shrugging.

"You're definitely not gonna feel anything.", Sam said, sighing. It wasn't the time to get drunk anyways. Getting drunk is a liability and a vulnerability.

"Maybe you should tell him that.", she replied, jabbing a thumb in Liam's direction. The older werewolves saw him sitting with his friend Mason, chugging a cup of alcohol.

They shook their heads. "I just want to talk.", Scott said as Malia danced.

"Well, I just want to dance.", she said.

"We had our reasons, we didn't tell you about Peter-"

"To protect me.", she cut him off. "That's what Peter said you would say and guess what he said next, that you were right." Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Does that surprise you?"

"Kinda… but we need to stick together.", Sam says.

"You, us, Stiles-", Scott started.

"I don't want to talk about Stiles.", she cut him off. "I just want to dance and get drunk.", she said, and started becoming unbalanced.

"Malia, whoa, whoa, whoa." Scott caught her as she laughed. "You are drunk.", Scott said in astonishment and looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.

"Yep.", Malia nodded.

"But you can't be.", Sam said and looked over at Liam who also seemed like he was drunk.

"Is this what being drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped.", Malia frowned.

"I don't think it's supposed to.", Scott replied as Malia continued to sway. She looked sick. "Malia…" Scott sniffed inside her flask. "What's in this?? What did you have to drink?"

"Just vodka.", she replied. Scott frowned as he looked behind Malia. Sam followed his line of sight and saw some guy was watching them.

Shit.

"Stay on your feet and keep moving." Scott put her arm around his shoulder. Sam grabbed her other and walked over towards Liam. They quickly tried to get them to drink water.

"How much has he had to drink?", Sam asked Mason as she unscrewed Liam's water bottle. "Not enough to get him like this.", he told her.

"Something's happening, we need to get them out of here, I think we're gonna have to…" Scott trailed off, staring at his hand. Sam almost dropped Liam's water bottle as she suddenly felt dizzy.

"How much have you two drank?", Mason asked them.

"Nothing, not even a sip.", Scott replied, clutching the table for support.

Sam sat down next to Liam, trying to settle herself from the spinning sight in front of her. The more she tried, the more the music sounded like it had gotten louder.

"It's not the drinks…", Scott muttered. "It's the music.", she frowned in realization.

"I have to…I have to turn off the music.", Scott slurred and looked at her the best way he could. "Stay here with them."

"Wait…. Scott…", she tried standing, but dropped to a knee as she felt dizzier. They couldn't split up like this.

She felt someone grab her and dragged her, Liam and Malia towards the school.

"Wait…stop…", she heard Scott beg.

They dragged the werewolves inside the school then dropped them beside Malia and Liam who were passed out on the floor.

Sam groaned as she leaned up against the lockers. A man stood in front of them and held a red can. What the hell was that…?

"What is that?", Scott asked. "What are you doing?"

"It's gasoline, Haigh says we gotta burn you.", the man replied and Sam laid her hand down on the floor to attach itself to his shadow.

Her body felt too weak. She could barely get a tug…

Scott tried to stand but they guy kicked him back down against the lockers then lit a lighter moving it towards him after drenching them gasoline.

Sam's hearing sounded clear as the music suddenly stopped and she groaned softly as Scott glared at the man with red eyes before taking the man's hand that had the lighter in it and breaking his hand.

Suddenly, Braeden came in and knocked him away from the teens with Derek following her.

Derek walked up to three approaching guards and fought them off, successfully knocking them out. They all tried to stand, feeling a little less dizzy now.

"What happened to the gun?", Scott asked Derek as he walked up.

"You're covered in gasoline.", Derek said, avoiding the question.

"Oh, yeah.", Scott said, sheepishly. Sam groaned at the smell, seeing the gasoline had drenched her clothes. "This is gonna take some washing.", she said, making Scott laugh.

The next day, Lydia and Sam showed up with Peter to the department to interrogate Meredith.

Peter wasn't expecting such a request, but Meredith wanted to talk to him and confessed that she was the one who stole his money. Once he heard that, he sped here as fast as he could.

Meredith was moved to an interrogation room with Parrish who stayed in the corner. On the other side of the one-way glass, Peter looked at the girl with his arms crossed.

"Her? That's the girl that stole my money?", Peter asked, looking at Lydia full of uncertainty.

"That girl is a Banshee.", Lydia said, warningly. "They're more dangerous than you think."

"Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago," he muttered with the emphasis of widening his eyes. "Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one?"

Noah sighed. "How about you just go in there and see what she has to say?"

"Okay.", Peter muttered.

"Just…don't cause any problems, please.", Sam says.

"Fine.", he grumbled before moving into the room.

As Peter sat across from Meredith in the room, they watched on the other end of the glass. He stared at her for a moment. "Meredith, where's my money? Or, more correctly, what's left of it?", he asked, annoyed.

Meredith didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him with wide, confused eyes. She reached forward and placed her fingers to the side of his face.

As Meredith drew her hand back, Peter grabbed her harshly, nearly growling at the woman. Parrish drew his gun instantly, aiming it at Peter.

"Let her go," Parrish ordered. "Let her go."

"Why did you do that?" Peter asked softly. Sam's eyes widened in realization. Meredith hadn't seen Peter in however long. He looks like a new person. "He had burns. She's looking for his burns.", Sam says in realization.

"They're all gone,", Meredith said in disbelief.

"They've met before…", Lydia said in realization.

"The burns," Meredith whispered. "They're all gone."

Peter shook his head and kept asking her questions, but Meredith only kept touching his face which increasingly irritated him.

"Meredith, you put everyone — including my nephew, my daughter, and more innocent people on a death list! Don't you think you owe us the slightest explanation as to why?", Peter pressed.

Meredith leaned forward towards him. "You said it had to be kept secret."

"I said–? I said that to you?", he asked in disbelief.

"You said it.", she nodded.

"Meredith.", he said, agitated. "Allow me to remind you yet again that we have never met. Ever."

"What's he doing?", Sheriff Stilinski asked. "Getting irritated, that's for sure.", Sam said.

"You don't remember?", Meredith asked Peter, frowning and tilted her head with furrowed eyebrows.

"No.", he said, his eyes suddenly flashing. "But maybe you do."

Peter stood, knocking the table to the side and pushing Parrish into the wall before he could draw his gun.

"No, don't!", Lydia shouted. Peter ignored her and grabbed Meredith, digging his claws into the back of her neck.

Sam's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing and rushed into the room, blocking the sheriff and Parrish from shooting him.

"Hold on!", she yelled. The men looked at her in disbelief. "If you break the bond, you could kill them — both of them.", Lydia said, standing behind the sheriff.

"What are we supposed to do?", Sheriff asked.

"I, uh, I don't know," Lydia admitted.

"We wait.", Sam told them, and looked at Peter. "We just need to wait for it to be over."

"What the hell is he doing to her?", Parrish asked.

"He's looking through her memories.", Sam explained. "It's something that werewolves can do, but it's dangerous to mess with. Peter's technically the only one who can do it. If anyone else tried to do it and wasn't as experienced as him, they might kill her. Well, aside from Scott."

After a while, they heard Meredith mutter mumbled words under her breath.

"Do you hear that?", Sheriff asked quietly. "She's saying something."

Sam looked at Lydia as she stepped closer to Meredith, understanding what she was saying. "Can you understand that?", Parrish asked.

"I can. I can hear perfectly," Lydia said, her eyes wide. "She was in the hospital — the same hospital."

"Same as who?", Parrish asked.

"Peter.", she said.

"When he was in a coma?", Sam asked. That was the only time he had his scars before they healed…

"Yes.", Lydia confirmed and continued to listen. "It was right after the fire. Meredith could hear him."

"Hear what?", Sheriff asked, confused.

"Everything. She was hearing every thought in his head, like they'd somehow found the same wavelength. And now, everything going through his mind was also going right into hers."

"For how long?", Sheriff questioned.

"Weeks. Maybe even months.", she said. "It was almost like he was standing right over her bed, talking about the fire. About getting revenge. About starting over, taking out all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills to remake them in his image. The bearer bonds, the assassins. All of it."

Peter finally took his claws out, gasping loudly as he collapsed on the floor. Parrish and Lydia checked on Meredith as Sam sat Peter up.

"It was your idea." Lydia said, looking down at Peter in disbelief. "And you don't even remember."

Sam looked at Peter in disbelief as Sheriff aimed his gun at Peter with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me?", Peter asked, looking at them.

"Hands where I can see them!", Sheriff ordered as Peter slowly stood.

"How the hell was I supposed to remember any of that?", Peter asked.

"She got it from you.", Lydia said, placing her hands on her hips.

"But he didn't do the killings…", Sam says, confused. At least, she had hoped. Why would he put his own daughter on the list…

"I was out of my mind!", Peter scoffed. "Do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? Paralyzed but cognizant? You try not going crazy."

"She was listening to you!", Parrish said, glaring at him.

"She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic!" He paused. "A former lunatic. I'm much healthier now. I had nothing to do with this.", Peter corrected.

"If she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more?", Sheriff asked.

Peter scoffed, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "Stealing my own money? Really?"

"You were going to use it anyway—"

"Stop," Lydia interjected. "Stop it! This is what she wants. It's why she's here. Look around, Sheriff. There's four people in here right now, four people still on the Deadpool. Me, Parrish, Sam, and Meredith."

"But not him.", Parrish glared at Peter.

"Lydia's right. We don't want to kill each other.", Peter said.

"The only person I'm pointing a gun at is you.", Sheriff said.

"Then you better make it a perfect shot, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy.", Peter warned.

The sheriff aimed his gun at Peter's forehead. "I'm willing to bet that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast — not even for your kind."

"Enough!", Sam yelled.

"This department's getting more corrupt by the second.", Peter muttered, shaking his head. "What are you going to charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? 'Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution?' Hmm. They're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly."

Lydia sighed heavily. "Let him go. You have to let him go."

"I'd take the word of a Banshee, Sheriff," Peter said, smirking. "I leave. No triggers pulled, no bloodshed."

Sheriff frowned and lowered his weapon. "That's twice, Peter… There's not gonna be a third."

Peter left, upset and frustrated. However, Meredith got out of her chair, trying to chase after the man. Parrish stopped her. "No! It's not finished! No! It's not– it's not finished!", she yelled.

Sam shook her head and ran after Peter.

"Sam! Get back here!", she heard the Sheriff yell before she left the building.

Sam caught up to Peter. "Peter, hold on.", she called and he snapped over to her. "Here to blame me too? Call me insane? Monstrous?", he pressed.

Her shoulders slumped as she looked at him. Peter was known for being sinister. Manipulative and persistent in his evil doings.

But… he wasn't this thorough with murdering. Hell, he seemed… hurt. It was a different look on him.

She trusted him enough though…

"Look, I didn't come after you to say any of that. It's just… I understand why you wanted me in your pack. I understood it once you went after Kate. You wanted revenge. I highly doubt you'd just pick random people to kill, though. Including us.", Sam says, making him look away, shaking his head as his jaw clenched.

He was hurt.

Sam sighed with a sad smile. "You Hales. Under all that harsh personality, you guys are sweeter than apple pie. You're not terrible at all. You just wanted a regular life. Just wanted to live."

Sam scratches behind her neck. "I get it. Hell, I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to kill Kate again. Even after all this time, I realized you're not a monster as you make yourself look. Crazy? Yes. But monstrous?", she says, catching his attention.

She shook her head. "Not at all."

His eyes blinked as he looked away again. "You're not a bad guy, Peter. You're just hurt. Understandably so. You have Derek, Cora and now Malia to worry about. Your only family left. I don't believe that you'd actually make a list to kill them or any of us on purpose.", Sam reassured.

He sighed as he looked at her sympathetically. "I'm… I'm sorry you got involved. I'm also sorry for dragging you in everything.", he apologized, making her widen her eyes a bit.

"I can't blame you. You were going through trauma. That's not easy to handle sanely.", Sam says, giving him a smile.

He stayed quiet for a moment before softening his face into a small frown. "Derek was right. You're too caring. Too forgiving."

Sam raised an eyebrow. He said that? She chuckled. "I learned that from my mom.", she said, grinning. She pulled him into a hug, shocking him. "We're gonna stop this before it gets too far. Before any more of us dies.", she declared. He hesitantly patted her back and she let him go.

"I'll keep you updated and let you know what else is going on.", she says, giving him a nod. He returned the nod and headed into his car before driving away.

After telling Stiles what happened and who was behind everything, he and Malia quickly shut down the Deadpool.

They had found an ancient computer system behind the walls in Lorraine's study, that made all the wire transfers and contacted each assassin.

Lydia helped, telling them where to search, they found a physical key that turned the machine off.

A message was instantly sent out to all the assassins, informing them that all contracts were terminated. Everything was done. They were safe. For now.

Once Sam went to give Derek the news, he smiled at her.

He also let her know about the fight with the hunters that were trying to kill Satomi's pack. He wasn't sure if anyone would've survived if Stiles and Malia had not turned off the Deadpool in time.

"A few were hurt, but they'll heal.", Derek shrugged. "After they got the message, they all just left."

"I really don't understand how anyone musters up the nerve to kill innocent people, let alone kids.", she sighed and looked at him. "You okay?"

"I'm okay. Actually, I'm…better.", he says, giving her a smile. She was glad. Better than just glad. He was gonna live. At least she hoped.

The next night, Sam sat next to Liam and Stiles on the field bench as they twitched nervously. They waited for Scott who was supposed to be in the game with them.

"Where the hell is that boy…?", she muttered.

"Okay, what's really going on? Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another twenty four hours.", Stiles told Liam. The younger boy looked up at the moon, nervous.

Sam rubbed his back. "Liam, you're gonna be fine. We're right with you.", she says, encouraging him.

"Just try not to, y'know, rage out on anyone.", Stiles said and she tilted her head at him in disbelief as she shook her head. He was a jackass sometimes.

"You're not worried?", Liam asked him.

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned. Mildly.", Stiles emphasized as he texted Scott.

"We're gonna lose without him.", Liam whined.

"Absolutely not. You're just as good as Scott, if not better. Even better than me.", she gave him a grin. His face softened into a sheepish smile. "Really?", he asked. She nodded. "Of course. We'll be right out there with you, Liam. You got this."

They ran out onto the field with Stiles falling down immediately. He then got hit in the side of the head with the ball and fell down again, getting taken out by the other team right after he got back up.

Sam caught the ball and passed it over to a teammate before rushing over to Liam and Stiles.

"Yeah I'm gonna call Scott again.", Stiles said.

The other team scored again, instantly angering the coach. Sam frowned. Scott and Kira still weren't here and the game was almost through. Sam jogged up to Stiles and Liam. "Alright, neither of them are answering. I gotta go see what's going on.", Stiles told them.

"You're leaving, what are you going to tell coach?", Liam asked him as the three teammates looked at their Coach who threw his clipboard to the ground as he yelled.

"Let's not tell him anything yet.", Sam said and looked at Liam as he seemed to tremble.

"Liam, you're gonna be okay.", Sam reassured as the whistle blew again. She and Stiles went over to the sheriff and told him and Malia the situation.

"Want me to stay here if he shows up?", Malia asked.

"Yes.", Stiles and Sam replied and left with the Sheriff, heading to the loft. Once they walked in, they stopped as they saw Braeden and Derek inspecting the place.

"What the hell happened?", Stiles asked them.

"They were supposed to be on a date.", Derek replied, grimly.

"They were both here?", the Sheriff asked him.

"And they're both gone.", Braeden said just as Stiles' phone vibrated. He quickly grabbed it and answered the call.

"Scott's been taken.", Lydia told the boy.

"Scott and Kira. We just don't know where.", Stiles clarified.

"Mexico.", Deaton told him. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too." Stiles let everyone know, instantly angering Sam.

Only one person was known for being in Mexico and that was Kate.

Sam stood next to Stiles in his father's office. As soon as the sun came up, they were trying to convince the sheriff to let them go to Mexico to go save their friends.

"Dad, Scott and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico, okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico!", Stiles exclaimed.

"Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this—"

"Yeah…?", Stiles said.

"The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels," he informed them.

Stiles scoffed. "Dad—"

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points."

"Dad, we can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices, okay? Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them! We're going!", Stiles declared, grabbing Sam and pulling her away.

"I can keep you from going.", Sheriff declared, glaring at them.

"I'd just find a way." he said, shrugging. Noah raised an eyebrow. "I can throw you both in a cell!", he threatened.

Noah sighed harshly and walked around his desk. "Stiles, please, just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye! Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to. If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go. Okay?"

"I'd still find a way.", Stiles said. "Plus, Sam has shadow powers. She could probably bend the bars apart and we'd still go."

"Okay. Okay, great.", Stiles said, nodding. "Do I get a gun?"

"No.", Noah shut him down and left. Sam turned to her best friend. "We're not actually gonna wait, are we?", she asks unsure. Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "Hell no.", he scoffed, sneaking her out.

Back at Derek's loft, he was loading guns with Braeden, much to his distaste. "I still don't like relying on these things.", he grumbled.

"I get it.", Braeden said, shrugging. "You miss your power. I would, too."

Derek sighed. "It's not about the power, it's about being able to help. I don't like feeling helpless. I'm no help to Sam and the others like this."

"I'm pretty sure Sam can take care of herself.", Braeden said. "Plus, I'm human. Do I look helpless?"

"You're a much better shot than me.", he scoffed.

Braeden frowned as she looked at Derek. "Do you really think you won't be coming back?"

"Not alive."

"Derek."

"It doesn't matter.", he said, shutting her down. He really didn't wanna talk about this. After Lydia came to his place screaming, he already knew what that meant. Whether or not he was gonna die from the Deadpool or not, he knew he was next.

"It does. You've convinced yourself that you're about to die!", she exclaimed and sighed. "Did you even tell her about this…?", she asked. She knew how Sam felt even if she didn't say it out loud.

From what she heard about the girl, Sam and Derek have been through a lot. She's seen how the girl behaves around him.

She cared about Derek. A lot. Way more than a friend actually would.

Derek set down his gun. "I–", he sighed. "I'm not gonna tell her that. I can't. She just started being relieved that I was gonna be "alive". Just telling her the opposite…I can't."

"So you're not gonna give her the chance to say goodbye?", Braeden accused.

"Braeden, there's nothing I can do. That scream was for me. There's no skipping death whether or not she knows. I can't tell her. I can't do that to her.", he shook his head.

"Even still, if we can't take down two Berserkers, she needs to know. She–", Braeden sighed. He was too convinced. It was difficult.

Derek, on the other hand, already felt bad. He didn't wanna have to look her in the eye and tell her that he was definitely going to die. Especially after the countless times that he almost did die.

They had just started getting along a lot better after the whole Nogitsune issue. He scolded her for sacrificing herself and here he was, knocking on death's door again.

He could only imagine how she would've looked trying to send his spirit off into the afterlife. Did he even deserve something like that? He got his family killed, his betas and the last beta he had, he doesn't have anymore.

His sister was safe, at least he hoped. Bringing her into all of this was his biggest regret. What else would he have regretted?

He wasn't supposed to get attached to anyone. It was just supposed to be about power. She was a human… At least, she was before she got bit. Hell, she was a lot more human than he had been in the past few months. After spending so much time with her, the walls he constantly built gradually crumbled thanks to her empathy and kindness. He wasn't supposed to care.

"Derek.", Braeden called. His jaw clenched. "Look. She's genuine. And… It scares me.", he struggles to find the words to explain. "She's… too genuine. She cares, but the decision on my life shouldn't be a hindrance to getting to Scott and Kira. She shouldn't stop everything to make sure I'm okay.", he says.

"But she does. And she does because she cares.", Braeden said. Derek looked at her then looked at the gun in his hand. "She shouldn't. She shouldn't have to."

He shakes his head. "We butt heads and argue and then next thing I know, we're okay again. It's not easy."

Braeden raises an eyebrow. "You care about her?" He looks at her, almost incredulously. "Of course."

"Then she deserves a goodbye if it comes down to it.", she responds. Derek looks away.

"I don't think this is enough firepower to take down one Berserker.", Derek said, ready to move on.

Peter came down the spiral staircase, catching his nephew's attention. "Not even close.", Peter said. "Killing a Berserker is next to impossible. It's not just the firepower, it's breaking the animal spirit from the human."

"Well, the only person we know with that kind of experience is Argent, and he's not getting back to me.", Derek said.

No one had heard from the hunter in hours. Unbeknownst to Derek, Peter had left him alone to die in the sewers, impaled by a rusty metal rod.

"Well, then you're going to need help — like Malia, maybe Liam, and definitely me.", Peter said.

Derek narrowed his eyes at his uncle. "Since when do you help?"

Peter smirked at him. "Is showing a bit of personal growth a crime?"

"From you?", Braeden asked, crossing her arms. "Absolutely."

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Stiles, Malia, and Sam rummaged through Scott's house, looking for a scent to track him. Stiles picked a shirt and tossed it to Malia. "Here, try that.", he suggested.

Malia sniffed the shirt and shook her head. "Fabric softener."

"What about his laundry basket?", Sam asked, and Stiles ran straight for the bathroom.

Scott was pretty thorough with keeping his clothes clean so the only thing they could find was a pair of blue boxers. Stiles held them out to Malia, who instantly backed away.

"Aw– Stiles, no.", Sam gave him a face, her upper lip curling up a bit in disgust. "Don't make her smell those."

Stiles pushed the underwear toward the werecoyote. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line."

Malia just searched the room for something else, choosing Scott's bed as she picked up the pillow and sniffed it.

"Yeah, that works, too.", Stiles mumbled sheepishly.

"Do you think you've got a good enough scent?", Sam asked Malia as she put the pillow down.

"Yeah.", she said, nodding. "I remember all that stuff Derek taught me."

Before the three of them could rush out the door, they spotted the youngest werewolf standing in the dining room.

"Liam, go home." Stiles said, walking past him. "You're not coming with us.

"Why not?", Liam asked, trailing after them.

"Liam, it's a full moon.", Sam reminded him. "And your second one."

"And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out!", Stiles said.

"You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the backseat or something?", Liam asked, looking at the two.

"You tore through the last chains, remember?", Malia reminded him.

"Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there.", Stiles said, making Sam shake her head at her friend.

"Okay, then where do we get carbonite?", Liam asked, making Sam stifle a laugh.

Stiles sighed in annoyance. "Seriously? You haven't seen it, either?"

Stiles turned to leave, but Liam stopped him. "Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?"

"You'd just get out of that, too.", Malia told him.

"Liam, you've been a werewolf all of five minutes.", Stiles told him. "You don't have to do this."

"I know I don't, but I want to.", Liam said. He looked pleadingly at Sam. "I - I want to be brave and I want to help. Scott would do it for me. I know you would too. Please, Sam."

The girl sighed, smiling. "I have a way of holding you down, but we'd have to get you into something bigger and more stable than an suv.", she said.

"Sam, it's the full moon, and he's an IED.", Stiles reminded. She smiled. "Exactly. The moon increases my powers–"

"Yeah, as well as his!", Stiles cut her off. She sighed. "As I was saying, the moon increases my powers, as well as the night, which means I'd probably have no problem with you.", Sam says, looking at Liam.

The boy's eyes sparkled with hope.

Stiles sighed before an idea came to mind. "Maybe there is something we can get."

Stiles, Malia, Sam, Liam met up with Peter, Derek and Braeden who brought a prison transport van in the parking garage.

"How'd you manage to get a prison transport van?", Stiles asked.

Braeden scoffed. "I'm a U.S. Marshal."

"Yeah, I thought that was just a cover.", Stiles mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"Are we really bringing him?", Derek asked, pointing at Liam.

"Are we really bringing him?", Stiles asked, pointing at Peter. Sam snapped at both of them. "Stop it."

Peter rolled his eyes. "We're bringing everyone that we can. And, considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going."

"What's that mean?", Malia asked him.

"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?", he asked. What did Kate want with Scott, much less Kira?

"What, she wants to make him younger?", Liam asked.

"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf.", Derek said, frowning. "A werewolf can't steal a True Alpha's power.", Peter claimed. "But, maybe a Nagual Jaguar with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her? Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going."

"We can't.", Stiles said, shaking his head. "Not without Lydia."

"Look, I hate to agree with Peter, but we've got to get a move on. If she's not here in a few more minutes, we've got to leave her.", Braeden said.

"Well, then we'll wait a few more minutes. She's probably already on the way from the school.", Stiles said, annoyed.

"Okay, and while we're waiting," Braeden began as she glanced at Sam. "Derek needs to talk to you."

"No, I don't.", Derek said, glaring at Braeden. Braeden shook her head at him. "You need to tell her."

Sam looked back and forth between them. "Tell me what?"

Derek looked between Sam and Braeden, shaking his head as he let out a sigh through his nose. "Fine."

He nodded his head to the side to talk to her in privacy. Sam followed, confused and nervous. What the hell was he hiding?

"What happened?", Sam asked, softly. Derek swallowed. "The other night… Lydia came to the loft and let out the loudest scream and left.", he said, watching Sam's face fall.

"Her feeling wasn't about the Deadpool. It was about what's gonna happen now."

She shut her eyes. "Derek."

"I'm not coming back. Not alive.", he said, bluntly.

"Stop."

"You have to do this for me, Sam. Make this easier for me.", Derek said, making her look at him with glossy, frustrated eyes. "Do this for you–? Derek, we already talked about this. I'm not gonna let you go out there if it means you're gonna die and I won't be able to do anything about it."

"If it means we'll save Scott and Kira, I'm all for it.", Derek said. Sam shook her head. "I'm not." She pointed at the rest who were waiting, "We can save Scott. You're not going out there to die. You're staying here."

"We need everyone. That includes me.", he said.

"Derek–!" She swallowed before letting out a shaky breath. "I'm not going through that again. Not again. You're not about to do this to me. I refuse. You're not going."

Derek frowned sadly. "Sam, I can't stay behind." He wanted her to understand so badly. This wasn't just about him anymore. He didn't wanna make her decide, but…

She shook her head, as she furiously wiped away her unfallen tears. "If you're going, you stick by me. At all times. You stick by me and we're going home as soon as we get Scott and Kira. All of us."

Derek stepped up to Sam. "Look–"

She cut him off, pointing at him. "I fucking mean it, Derek.", she warns, her eyes blurring with tears again. "We're coming home. If I have to drag your half dead carcass home, I will.", she says, getting a chuckle out of him.

He pulled her into a hug. He couldn't even say anything more. Neither could she. She didn't wanna say goodbye and neither did he. But if it called for it, now was the time.

"Maybe - maybe Lydia was wrong.", Stiles whispered, shaking his head. "She could get here, and the feeling could be gone.", he says, trying to bring hope for his best friend.

As much as Derek annoyed him, he didn't wanna see him die either. Derek ended up being an important factor to his life too and brought so much more excitement into his life than he'd ask for, despite their losses.

"Has Lydia ever been wrong about these things before?", Malia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not even once.", Peter said, shaking his head.

"I'll call her.", Stiles told them, hurriedly pulling out his phone. "She–she should be here already."

Sam sniffled as she and Derek joined the others. Liam looked at her sympathetically and immediately brought her in a hug.

"What's she doing at the school, anyway?", Derek asked his cousin.

"We got Kira's sword, but we needed something with a stronger scent.", Malia said, holding up Kira's katana. "Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker."

Stiles sighed heavily and put his phone in his pocket. "Nothing…"

"If she has a car, she can catch up to us.", Braeden said.

"That's a good point.", Peter agreed. "We'll call her from the road."

"No, what if something happened? What if she's in trouble?", Stiles asked, worriedly. Just because Derek was going to die, didn't mean everyone else wasn't at risk either.

"Fine. You stay — you find her. We're going on without you." Peter told him.

"I could call Mason.", Liam suggested, pulling away from Sam. "He has a study group at the school. Maybe he could look for her?"

Stiles sighed before nodding. "All right. Fine."

Stiles whispered lowly to Malia. "I need to be back there with Sam, Derek and Liam. I've got some experience dealing with out-of-control teen wolves. You gonna be okay riding with Peter?"

"He is my father. Maybe we could do some bonding.", she shrugged.

"No. No bonding." he protested. "Play the radio. Play it loud."

"Remember what we're dealing with." Peter told them, putting on his jacket. "It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers. You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume there's any humanity left." He glanced at Liam who seemed nervous. "This little one is terrified of them, aren't you?"

Liam stood beside Sam as Peter smirked at him. "Peter, please.", Sam mumbled, rubbing her throbbing temple. Peter sighed. "A reminder to everyone? You do not fight Berserkers to survive. You fight to kill."

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 11 months ago

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Never A Dull Moment

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: A semester abroad did not make you forget how quick chaos comes to Beacon Hills, but some things, like a new deputy for example, may make the crazy worth going through.

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You sigh to yourself as you flick on the lights in your apartment and drop your suitcases by the door. You loved your experience abroad but there's nothing quite as satisfying as coming home to sleep in your own bed, especially knowing you're officially done with school. Finishing your final college semester abroad was so brilliant of you. You only make it as far as your couch when you hear your bedroom door being swung open with an unnecessary amount of force and on reflex you grab one of the weapons stashed in your apartment and fling it down the hall before even seeing who is there. You gasp when your eyes register a familiar head of dark hair narrowly dodging your dagger.

"Fucking christ Stilinski what's wrong with you?!" You hiss at him.

"I missed you! I heard you'd be back today so-"

"So you broke into my apartment to wait for me?!"

"I didn't break anything I have a key." He shrugs.

"We live in Beacon Hills Stiles you can't come into people's homes unannounced I almost took your head off!" You scoff wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"Yeah but you didn't so it's fine." He says.

"You need a lesson in appropriate responses to danger I swear." You shake your head.

"With you and Scott around I think I'm good." Stiles says.

"That's not- whatever. Since you're here you can tell me some of the things I missed that I know you all kept from me because I was in another country."

"We- didn't keep anything from you. Beacon Hills has been dreadfully boring without you. It's all Lydia talked about."

"I know you can lie better than that but I guess I'm glad you suck at lying to me. Spill it Stiles, it'll be much better for you to tell me now before I have to force those memories from you." You say.

"Can you even do that?" He frowns.

"Do you want to risk finding out?"

"Dead pool."

"What?"

"There was a teeny tiny thing we had to deal with called a dead pool." He shrugs.

"This teeny tiny thing wasn't teeny tiny at all was it?"

"I mean- relatively it wasn't so ba- no it wasn't teeny tiny at all. I thought everyone was gonna die and now Malia won't talk to me."

"Okay; explain to me what the 'dead pool' was and then we can circle back to the Malia thing?"

"A- list was going around with a bounty on the heads of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills so we essentially had to deal with a whole bunch of assassins because Peter accidentally recruited Meredith to enact his psycho revenge plan from after the fire that killed the Hale family and-"

"Woah. Meredith from Eichen?!" You blink at him.

"Yes. That's a whole subcategory of craziness that we can go over in detail later but the moral of the story is we lived and we only didn't tell you because there wasn't much you could do in Monte Carlo-"

"I was in Italy."

"Same difference, it's all Europe regardless of where you couldn't help and well there's no reason to stress you out with that feeling of hopelessness when you're supposed to be study abroading. We swore we wouldn't ruin your last semester for you. Actually, the adults made us."

"Your dad and mama Scott made you promise not to bug me with Beacon Hills problems?" You ask.

"Yes. So, I took notes of everything that happened since you left. You can read them at your leisure. Oh but speaking of my dad, this can't wait, there's a new supernatural you should know about."

"I like to think that I'm pretty good at deciphering all that is Stiles Stilinski but I'm failing to see what the connection is between your dad and a new supernatural. Unless you're saying your dad is now one?"

"No, but he hired a new deputy." Stiles says.

"Give me- one more building block so I can piece this together." You ask.

"The new deputy is the supernatural creature you need to know about."

"Oh! Okay. What is he?"

"We- have some theories." Stiles says.

"What are they?"

"I thought phoenix! Lydia thinks that's dumb." He shrugs.

"Explain to me how you got to phoenix."

"Well he was on the dead pool, which is how we found out he was supernatural at all but he has no idea what he is, he actually hardly knows what any of this is- he thinks Lydia's a psychic- but another cop tried to burn him alive and it didn't work."

"When you say it didn't work-"

"He came out unscathed. Not in the werewolf super healing way where he was burned and healed, I mean he just came right back to the station covered in ash, unharmed. So, phoenix."

"I see how you came to that conclusion but I don't think phoenixes take the form of just- some guy." You say.

"You got any other ideas?"

"Well, gimme like 37 hours with my bestiary and I probably will."

"You have a bestiary?! Since when!?" He gasps.

"Side quest while I was abroad." You wink.

"You side quested a bestiary?"

"You can get anything if you know the right people. And I figured it'd come in handy living in Beacon Hills." You shrug.

"Well hang on let me call-"

"No. Stiles I've been traveling for 13 hours. You're not calling anyone. We can touch on the Malia thing briefly but, I need to sleep and you need to leave so we can't be here all night."

"But you just got home."

"Exactly. Visiting hours are over until tomorrow. I need to sleep for 17 hours."

"17 hours?"

"Yes! At least! But I said we could discuss the Malia thing so why isn't she talking to you?" You ask.

"She found out about Peter." He sighs.

"She found out that Peter's her dad!?"

"Yes."

"How!?"

"She found the dead pool with her name on it in my jacket pocket when she was wearing it while almost dying because of a poison situation. The dead pool listed her as Malia Hale."

"So now she's mad at you for keeping it from her." You say.

"Yes." He nods.

"I- don't have the energy to unpack this right now so I will see you tomorrow but I'm sure things will work out. Give her time to process for now." You say.

"Fine. Tomorrow. Oh but read my notes on Parrish." Stiles says as he stumbles out of your apartment.

"Parrish?" You frown.

"The deputy. He's near the end of my notes but it's all the details I have on him. So you can figure out what he is."

"Goodbye." You sing-song, shutting the door on Stiles. You let out a sigh. Finally, peace and quiet. You take a shower and barely make it through your nighttime routine before you collapse in bed, relaxation seeping into your bones as you settle into the mattress and fall asleep.

It's not until noon that you roll out of bed the next day, mainly because you're hungry enough that it wakes you- seeing as you skipped dinner when you got home. After brushing your teeth and getting dressed you make yourself a late breakfast and get to work researching this deputy Parrish guy that Stiles told you about last night.

Flipping through your bestiary and comparing the lengthy notes Stiles left in your room, you're able to pinpoint the most likely categorization for Beacon Hills' newest deputy. You'd have to meet him to know for sure of course but you're pretty confident in your assessment. By the time you've drawn your conclusion, you realize it's almost 4 o'clock, which means you're expecting at least Stiles to crash your laid back afternoon, but seeing as you're just getting back you're almost sure he'll bring the whole crew along with him. Sure enough, not even ten minutes after you check the clock there's a rhythmic knock at your door and you can hear excited chatter before you even open it. Stiles is the first to come strolling through, b-lining it for your fridge because he's a teenage boy and if they're not thinking with the head between their legs, they're thinking with their stomach.

"Your fridge is so empty what the hell?" Stiles complains.

"I got back last night from living in another country for 3 months, I only have like nonperishables." You roll your eyes at Stiles as Liam wraps his arms around you. "Hey Liam." You pat his head gently.

"Welcome back y/n." Scott says.

"Yeah. Welcome back." Kira smiles.

"You aren't planning on leaving us again are you?" Malia asks.

"Not that I know of." You say.

"Good. We're much better with you around." She says and you smile. You know Malia struggles with expressing vulnerability so you always appreciate it when she tries.

"I'm better with you guys around too. Speaking of where's Lydia?" You ask.

"She- said she had something to do first but that she'd catch up." Stiles says.

"Alright, well I think your deputy friend is a creature known as a hellhound." You say.

"A what?!" His eyes widen.

"Deputy friend?" Malia frowns.

"Parrish." Stiles says.

"She's been home for less than 24 hours and you have her identifying the new supernaturals?" Scott looks at Stiles incredulously.

"Just Parrish! We were dead-ending I figured we could use the help." Stiles shrugs.

"IDing Parrish wasn't an emergency." Scott rolls his eyes.

"Buuuut now we've done it! One more thing off the to-do list."

"Well, hellhound's only a theory. I can only get so much from your notes." You clarify.

"How do we verify it then?" Stiles asks.

"Observation I guess? I dunno. Hellhounds aren't like werewolves or werecoyotes that react to wolfsbane. In fact, there are next to no known weaknesses to hellhounds." You say.

"Is a hellhound good or bad?" Malia asks.

"Neither. Technically. I guess the best place to put them would be chaotic neutral. If a hellhound isn't protecting the supernatural then they're usually only called to hunt something but seeing as this deputy guy doesn't seem to know what he is I'd guess there's a subconscious call to protect something or someone here in Beacon Hills. They are also considered harbingers of death, like Lydia but not predicting it like banshees do." You explain.

"So he's protecting something? That should be good right? He's not an enemy if he's protecting the supernatural." Liam says.

"Most likely. Like I said they don't fall on one side or the other of the moral scale. Their priorities are different. If you threaten the thing they're protecting or get in the way of the thing they're hunting they will kill you. So I guess whether or not you see them as good depends on your relation to the thing they're protecting or hunting." You shrug.

"But this is all a theory?" Kira asks.

"Well, not all the stuff about what a hellhound is. Just whether or not the deputy's one."

"You know what? Let's go to the station now! I'm sure he's working. You can meet him and assess on the fly." Stiles claps his hands together.

"How am I supposed to do that? The guy barely understands that he's something supernatural." You roll your eyes.

"I dunno but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You said you needed to observe." Stiles starts to rush everyone out of your apartment, pulling you towards the door when you don't move from where you're leaning against the kitchen counter.

"This is such an awful idea." You grumble as he tugs you along. Still, it's obvious he's not going to give this up so you grab your keys, your phone, and stuff your feet into your shoes.

"I'm sure my dad is dying to see you now that you're back in town anyway, what better excuse to drop in at work?" Stiles offers.

"I don't need an excuse to say hi to your father at work Stiles." You scoff- still, you're willing to go down if only to see him.

"I'm riding in y/n's car!" Liam announces. The six of you make your way to the station, Liam in your car while everyone else piled into Stiles's jeep.

"Stiles. What the hell did you do this time?" Stiles's father happens to walk by as soon as he enters and sighs.

"Why do you always assume I've done something?" Stiles retorts.

"He knows his son." You interject.

"Y/n? You're back! That explains why everyone's crowding the station." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Yeah, everyone was at my place and Stiles decided we needed to come here right away." You explain.

"They didn't ditch school to see you did they?"

"No way. I've always prioritized their grades. They should know better." You say.

"Ah, that's why we love having you here." He hums.

"I hope we're not disrupting your day too bad sheriff?"

"I will always have time for you. Let's go into the office." He waves a hand.

"You're never like this when I come by." Stiles frowns as you all crowd into the sheriff's office.

"Because when you come here it's to raise my blood pressure." His dad rolls his eyes at him.

"I resent that."

"I could've sworn I told you not to stress your father out while I was abroad Stiles?" You look at him.

"Oh he's incapable of that kind of thing." His dad scoffs.

"Well hang on! I did my best while you were abroad, you're home now though so the deal is terminated. I did my job." Stiles states matter-of-factly.

"And this is why she gets the reaction she does. Welcome home! You've graduated, congrats! How was Italy? Think you'll move there?"

"No. I mean don't get me wrong, Italy was lovely but Beacon Hills is- like no other. I don't know that I could leave. At least not now, maybe in a decade or two when there are people who can take over what we do."

"Like finding apprentices!?" Stiles asks.

"No? We're not about to go looking for people to protect the balance between the supernatural and the nonsupernatural in Beacon Hills. I just have faith we'll find people willing and able to take on the job when the time comes." You shrug. "In the meanwhile, has it been a busy day sheriff?" You ask.

"It's Beacon Hills, the bar's kinda high." He shrugs.

"Is Parrish in today?" Stiles asks.

"Why?" Stilinski narrows his eyes at his son.

"Y/n thinks she's figured out what kind of creature he is." Malia says.

"I have a theory based on some notes Stiles left me." You correct.

"Stiles left you notes?"

"A whole journal of them. Everything I missed while I was abroad." You nod.

"I figured that would be more effective than trying to recount it all verbally from memory in one giant infodump." Stiles shrugs.

"So now you're looking for Parrish?" Sheriff Stilinski frowns.

"I'm not, please don't disturb your deputy. It's not that serious." You say.

"That's why we're here!" Stiles says.

"No no, I only came to say hi to your dad. Which I've done, so we can head out. After all, he's working and we're encroaching."

"Oh please, that's my dad there's no such thing." Stiles scoffs.

"Stiles." Stilinski groans.

"Riiiight let's go. The Parrish theory can be dealt with later." You grab Stiles and the others follow you. "See you around Sheriff!" You call over your shoulder as the group of you leaves. While most of the station is plenty familiar with you and barely acknowledged you and the teens marching through the station, one specific deputy had noticed you the minute you came through the door. Jordan's eyes follow you from his desk as you leave with your crowd of teenagers and Stilinski notices the way they flash orange as he watches you leave.

"Parrish!" Stilinski calls from his office. Jordan jumps as if he forgot he's at work, and with one last glance at you getting into your car while you yell something at Stiles he rushes into his boss's office.

"Sir?" Jordan prompts.

"Those reports you were supposed to be working on. Got a status report on those?"

"I'm almost through with the last one. Should be done by EOD." Jordan says, gaze drifting outside every few seconds even though your car is gone.

"Her name is y/n." Stilinski chuckles.

"What?" Jordan frowns.

"The young lady with my son and the others. Her name is y/n, in case you were wondering."

"Why would I-?" Jordan shakes your head.

"I watched your eyes follow her all the way out the door, and you've been glancing out the window through this entire conversation. You'll see her around a lot now that she's back in town so you should talk to her if you're interested."

"Is she not from around here?"

"Yes and no I'll leave the details for her to explain when you ask her but she's been around a while. Just graduated college." Stilinski says with a proud smile, bragging like you're his kid, which in some ways you might as well be.

"Give her my congrats." Jordan nods.

"Tell her yourself. Once you get those reports done."

Jordan takes that as his queue to leave and returns to his desk. The final report takes him longer than it should have as all he can think about is the melodic sound of your voice and the easy smile you couldn't seem to help while at the station. Maybe he'd take his boss's 'suggestion' and speak to you. If he should be lucky enough to see you again soon.

Luck, as you might have it, seemed to be on his side, as he did see you the next day while grocery shopping. He spots you as soon as he walks in, examining pomegranates intently. Jordan walks over to you before he can psych himself out, stopping at the pile of fruit next to the pomegranates, lemons, which he rarely uses but he picks one up anyway if only to justify being next to you.

"Careful Persephone. I heard you could get trapped in the underworld because of those." Jordan nods at the pomegranate in your hand. You startle slightly before giving a smile. The originality of the line gets you, even if being hit on in the produce section would normally just piss you off.

"Don't worry. I won't let Hades see." You quip back. He chuckles, glad the line didn't miss as hard as he thought it would.

"I'm Jordan. I think I saw you at the sheriff's station yesterday?"

"You're the new deputy, aren't you? Parrish right?"

"Well- now I feel at a disadvantage here you seem to know more about me than I know about you."

"Yeah I- just got back in town actually but the sheriff's son who seems to know everything has given me the 411 on everything I missed- including the new deputy. I- I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you. Puts a face to the name." You stick out your hand. Jordan shakes it, hoping his palms aren't sweaty enough to expose how keyed up you're making him.

"It's- nice to meet you too. And I think I've heard your name more than a few times. The kids seem to really idolize you. So- it's nice to put a face to your name as well, and quite a gorgeous one at that."

"Stiles's 411 didn't mention that you were such a flirt." You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

"I'm usually not." He chuckles like he's just as surprised by the line as you are.

"Would've never guessed, you're doing so well."

"I just wanted to introduce myself, John said I'd probably be seeing you around a lot so-"

"Stiles said the same." You hum.

"Why would Stiles say that?" Jordan frowns.

"I assume for the same reason John did- but the surprise in your voice makes me think you have no idea who I am and the Stilinskis are running independent missions." You muse.

"What does that mean?"

"Well I'm not sure what your boss told you but when it comes to the strange happenings of Beacon Hills that are on a need-to-know basis I'm one of those people that always needs to know. I might actually be the first to know quite often."

"When you say the strange happenings of Beacon Hills does that mean you know about the-?"

"Werewolves? Banshees? Dead pool? All of it, yes."

"You weren't even around for the dead pool." He points out.

"That's where Stiles comes in. My little informant."

"Then that means you know about me too?"

"Yeah. When I said Stiles gave me the 411 on the new deputy I mean he gave me all of the information. I might even have figured out what you are." You say.

"I guess I was even more right than I thought when I said it seems you know more about me than I know about you."

"Oh you have no idea." You hum.

"I think it's only fair we level the playing field a bit. Don't you?"

"And, how do you plan to do that?"

"By taking you to dinner, if you'll let me." He says. You can't help the shocked look you give him as his words hang in the air for a moment before you answer.

"Sure. You can pick me up at 7." You say with a smile. You take the grocery list he's holding and scribble your address and number on the back of it.

"Tonight?"

"Why wait?" You shrug.

"Okay. 7 o'clock." He nods.

"Don't be late." You say before walking off to finish your shopping. Jordan doesn't move until you disappear into an aisle. Only once he can't see you is he able to breathe. He can't believe how that conversation played out and now he's got five hours to prepare himself to have dinner with you.

You can't believe you agreed to have dinner with him. You replay the conversation at least a hundred times as you do your shopping, leave the store, drive home, unload your groceries, and then try to pass the time until it is reasonable to start getting ready for this impromptu date. Why did you decide it would be tonight?! He was more charming than you expected and in your effort to realign yourself, you've just set yourself up. As if five hours will give you enough time to be prepared to deal with him. Still, by 6:30 you pick out a cute dress and set about to do your preparations. Hair, makeup, external pep talk in front of your mirror. Check, check, and check just before there's a knock at your door that startles you. It's exactly 7. Punctual. You put on your shoes and grab your bag and then open the door for Jordan.

"Hi again." You smile.

"Hi." He says. "You look, amazing."

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You say taking in his outfit. It's simple, a button-up and a pair of slacks, but they fit him well and he's folded the sleeves up to his elbows in a way that emphasizes his arms.

"Thanks." Jordan's cheeks tinge ever so slightly pink- it's almost unnoticeable but it makes you smile to know you can make him blush.

"Well, lead the way, deputy." You say stepping into the hall and locking your apartment. Jordan holds an arm out for you to loop yours through and leads you to his car. He opens your door for you and helps you in before sliding into the driver's seat. After about ten minutes you pull into the lot of a local Italian restaurant. You've been here a number of times but the food is good so you certainly won't complain. It's definitely a safe first date option. Jordan opens the door for you to get out of the car as well, and pulls out your chair when you're given a table in the restaurant. You appreciate the little acts of chivalry that he seems to do subconsciously.

"So, since we're 'leveling the playing field', ask me anything you want to know." You tell him once you've both ordered your food.

"Are you from Beacon Hills?" He asks.

"Nope, moved here for college." You say.

"You moved to Beacon Hills for college?"

"Well no, I moved to California for college, I moved to Beacon Hills at the behest of my mother really."

"The behest of your mother?" Jordan tilts his head.

"She said if I insisted on going to school so far from home, I had to live in or around Beacon Hills."

"Why Beacon Hills?"

"The Nemeton." You shrug.

"The- what?" He frowns.

"Nobody's told you about the Nemeton? It's a giant tree- well it used to be, it's been cut down so it's just a stump now."

"I've never seen anything like that and I feel like I'd notice a giant stump in the middle of the forest."

"You would think but the Nemeton is a... special tree. It will hide from those it doesn't want to be seen by. So if you haven't seen it perhaps it's felt no reason to reveal itself to you quite yet." You hum.

"Yet?"

"Well, you're a supernatural who just moved to a kind of small town where you know nobody and took a job at a sheriff's office that I'm sure does not have the greatest reputation because you 'felt called here' for some reason."

"And you think the call was a tree?"

"The Nemeton is more than a tree. It's pretty much a beacon for supernatural creatures and its reactivation would explain your arrival, kind of." You say.

"So why did the Nemeton bring me here?" He asks.

"That I don't have an answer for. Until the Nemeton reveals itself to you we can only speculate. Especially because I'm not even sure I've IDed you correctly."

"You think you've IDed me?"

"I... have a theory if you're interested in hearing it."

"Can I ask a couple more questions first?"

"Of course." You nod.

"Are you supernatural?" He asks.

"Only kind of. I'm from a family of druids."

"Druids?"

"Yeah, druids are like supernatural doctors so not quite human but certainly not anything on like werewolf level."

"Supernatural doctors, interesting. So doc, what am I?"

"My best guess is a hellhound." You say.

"A hellhound?" His eyes widen.

"Yes. Don't look so freaked it's not like you're going to sprout 3 heads and start answering to Hades."

"Well, what does it mean then?"

"Hellhounds are supernatural protectors usually their appearance means they're guarding something specific or maybe hunting something. They're pretty rare actually but I have more information about them in my books at home I just didn't memorize it all before dinner." You tell him.

"A hellhound."

"I'm sure that's not the kind of answer you were expecting but based on the information I got from Stiles about you that's the most likely classification."

"And it doesn't freak you out?"

"That you're a hellhound? Why would it?" You frown.

"Aren't they dangerous?"

"To those that pose a threat to it, sure. Are you threatened by me, deputy?"

"No." He shakes his head.

"Then I have no reason to be freaked out. Plus it's... kind of hard to fear someone so cute." You shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you notice pink creep onto Jordan's face at your compliment. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"You said you have more information on them?"

"I do. I can bring the relevant material by the station in the next couple of days for you if you'd like." You offer.

"You'd do that?"

"Well yeah, it's an excuse to see you again."

"You don't need an excuse." He shakes his head. "I really like you."

"I really like you too." You smile. Yeah, it's good to be back.

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heliads · 3 years ago

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Newcomers to Mystic Falls

Based on this request: "Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries crossover. Jordan Parrish x fem!reader, Y/N Salvatore. After breaking up with Lydia, Parrish learned that Mystic Falls was looking for a deputy sheriff and applied for the job. Because he’s a Hellhound, he is drawn to death, and learns the town is full of supernatural beings."

masterlist / part two

You stare at the patterns of light crisscrossing your ceiling. About one hundred and seventy years of being alive, and mornings don’t seem to get any easier. You’re seriously considering just staying in bed and blocking out the world yet again, but the sound of breaking glass downstairs makes you grit your teeth. When you don’t check on obvious warning signs like that, you tend to get in trouble, either with your brothers or some latest evil ready to kill you.

You stumble downstairs, rubbing a tired hand over your eyes as you glare balefully at your twin brother.

“Damon, it is eight o’clock in the morning. You usually aren’t even awake at this point, let alone day drinking already.”

Damon glances at you from his position sprawled out over a couch. “Rude. You could have at least started with ‘good morning’ or ‘hello,’ not with the same complaints.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been spending too much time with Stefan, that’s my fault. Can you at least explain why your bottle of bourbon has fallen out of favor and been hurled across the room?”

Damon follows your line of vision to note the shards of glass clustered on the floor, fallout from the bottle’s impact with the wall. “Ah, that. Well, none of us are perfect, and I happen to be blessed with what some people might call anger issues, so the bottle had to go.”

Under your reproachful gaze, he sighs and throws up his hands. “Fine, I’ll fix it.”

You wait until he pulls himself, slothlike, from the couch and stumbles over to the glass shards. Damon picks each dagger-sharp piece up like it’s the hardest of burdens to bear, tossing them in a nearby receptacle.

“There? Do I get an award for best brother of the year?”

You laugh. “Stop killing people every other day, and we can talk about that.”

Damon grumbles. “Your standards are too high.”

You cross the room to grab a coat and pull on some shoes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

You reach for the doorknob, but Damon appears out of nowhere, blocking your avenue of escape thanks to his unnatural speed.

“Hold on a minute. Where are you going?” He asks, and you give him a look.

“Out. I was talking to Liz Forbes and she says she’s got a new deputy sheriff who moved here from Beacon Hills, California. I was thinking about taking a trip down to meet the guy.”

Damon frowns, tapping a finger against his replacement bottle of bourbon. “Beacon Hills. Where have I heard that name before?”

You let him suffer in silence for a few moments, then give him the answer. “It’s got a reputation for being just about as supernatural-heavy as Mystic Falls. From what I hear, they’ve got enough werewolf packs fighting over the same turf to give Klaus Mikaelson a holiday.”

Damon nods slowly, although the frown remains. “Why the hell would someone move here from Beacon Hills? That’s a long flight just for a new job.”

You tilt your head towards the door. “That’s why I’m going to check him out. Could be nothing, Liz said he seemed like a nice guy on the phone, but I figure a little advance warning couldn’t hurt. Worst case scenario, he’s a hunter fresh from a werewolf killing frenzy who decided to try his luck here. Best case, he’s just some guy who got sick of rent prices.”

Damon shrugs, moving to the side so you can reach the door again. “Best of luck in figuring him out. Want me to tag along?”

You toss him a grin over your shoulder as you unlock the door. “I planned on talking to a person, not a dead man, but thanks for the offer.”

Damon chuckles as you leave. “Any time!”

The trip over to the sheriff’s office is quick, and soon enough you’re heading inside. Sheriff Forbes appears to have been waiting for you, as she walks over to you with a smile.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you. Thanks for stopping by.”

You nod. “Yeah, no problem. I appreciate you telling me about this.”

She lifts a shoulder. “He seems like a nice guy, but in a town like this, I feel like it wouldn’t hurt to double-check. He’s in my office filling out the last of the paperwork, but he should be out in a moment or so.”

Like clockwork, the door to Liz’s office opens and a young man steps out. He appears to be in his early twenties, with close-cropped dark hair and bright green eyes. He nods at Liz, then studies you a little closer. He’s one of the cuter potential hunters you’ve seen, but you’ve long since learned that appearances can be deceiving.

Liz clears her throat. “Thanks for finishing those, it’s always good to have a record for these kinds of things. Y/N, this is Jordan Parrish, our new deputy sheriff.”

Jordan extends a hand to you, and a moment later, you shake it. “It’s nice to meet you, Jordan. I’m Y/N, Y/N Salvatore.”

Jordan cocks his head curiously to the side. “Salvatore, huh? I swear I’ve heard that name before.”

You hope your smile doesn’t look too much like a grimace. “Mystic Falls is rich with genealogical history. The Salvatores were one of the oldest families here, you might have seen the name on a few buildings around town.”

Jordan nods slowly. “That must be it. Well, if you’re a friend of the sheriff’s, I’d like to be a friend of yours.”

Your smile loses its edge. “I think I’d like that as well.”

A phone rings from Liz’s office, and she turns towards it. “Excuse me a moment while I answer that, will you? It’ll be just a second.”

The two of you nod, and Liz hurries to pick up the phone. The second the door to the office closes behind her, though, Jordan looks at you with a new sort of determination.

“Excuse my candor, Y/N, but I’ve barely been here a couple of hours and I’m already noticing things about this town that don’t seem quite right. You seem nice enough, and I wouldn’t mind having allies in uncertain territory. Do you know anything about Mystic Falls that you think I should know as well?”

Jordan’s gaze is deep, and seems to see straight through you. He must know about the vampires; certainly their existence, if not the fact that you’re one too. No one asks questions like that if they don’t know. However, you’re hesitant to reveal yourself until you absolutely have to do so.

You swallow hard. “I don’t think so. I mean, people can be secretive, but I think that just comes with familial pride. Have you heard anything to make you think otherwise?”

Jordan doesn’t answer at first, and when he does, his words are stilted, as if he’s carefully choosing what to say. “I’ve heard a few rumors. Can I count on you to tell me if I hear anything else?”

You nod, but you’re saved from a response by Liz returning from her office. You take this as your excuse to leave, and Liz walks out with you. You swear that Jordan’s eyes don’t leave you until you’re gone from the room, and even then, he could be staring at you through the very walls.

Liz speaks to you under her breath. Apparently, she must be picking up on your need for secrecy, or perhaps Jordan asked her the same sorts of strange questions.

“So, what did you think? Is he a vampire?”

You shake your head cautiously. “I don’t think so, but I don’t think he’s human. Something about his heartbeat was a little off. The beats were stronger than a human’s typically are. He’s not a vampire, but he’s something. I don’t know what yet.”

Liz sucks in a breath. “Shoot, I was worried about that. Should I find excuses to keep him out of the office for a while?”

You consider this. “I don’t think so. Besides, if he isn’t working, he’ll be looking into things, and I’m afraid to leave him searching for too long. I think all we can do is wait and see how things turn out. I’ll talk to Caroline and the others, make sure they stay on guard.”

Liz nods. “I’ll tell you if I see anything strange.”

You do your best for a reassuring smile. “Thanks, Sheriff. We don’t know that he’s a threat just yet, but it can’t hurt to be ready for anything.”

Despite your attempts to relieve Liz’s stress, you can’t seem to shake your own. On the way back to the Salvatore home, you get a call from another friend. This time, it’s Bonnie, and she sounds nervous. You change your course, and end up meeting her in the woods near the old Salvatore crypt. Not the best choice of scenery, given your already rampaging nerves, but at least it’s quiet.

Bonnie looks relieved when she sees you approach. “Thanks for meeting me. I didn’t know who else to call.”

You nod. “Yeah, anytime. What’s going on?”

Bonnie glances around to make sure there aren’t any errant hikers who could possibly overhear, then turns back to you. “I had this dream last night. It was one of those dreams when you can’t tell if you’re awake or asleep because everything feels so real it’s crazy. I can’t remember a whole lot from it, but I do remember that someone was coming, someone powerful. Someone who was so connected to death that they might be forged from hell themselves.”

You let out a slow breath. “That’s not the best thing I’ve heard all morning.”

Bonnie shakes her head. “I did a spell to try and see if there was anyone new in town, and I picked up on something. I think they’re here now, but the second I tried to look closer, something found me and abruptly broke the connection.”

Your brow furrows. “I didn’t think someone could end your spell without your approval.”

Bonnie spreads her hands. “They can’t. Whatever this thing is, they’re far more powerful than the typical vampire. The last thing I got from the spell is that this newcomer was near the sheriff’s station, and Damon said that you were stopping by this morning.”

Your eyes widen. “Yeah, because there’s some guy who moved here from Beacon Hills. Do you think the threat could be the new deputy sheriff?”

Bonnie bites her lip, thinking. “It’s the only option that makes sense. I think I want to try the spell again, see if I can draw him here. You’ve seen him face to face, so do you mind stepping in to help me locate him?”

You nod, holding out your palm face-up. “Absolutely. Let’s figure this out.”

Bonnie takes your hand, closing her eyes and starting to chant under her breath. The ground seems to rock under your feet, a wind surging up out of nowhere to rustle the leaves on the trees. Your clothes whip under the force of the sudden gale, but Bonnie keeps going. You do your best to think about Jordan, all that you’d seen this morning. You keep him firmly in your mind, and the spell deepens.

All of a sudden, you hear a sound split the clearing. It sounds like a growl, not like that of a werewolf but worse, far more frightening. A pair of glowing eyes appear in the woods, along with the scent of charring smoke. Bonnie drops your hand and ends the spell, but it’s too late. The monster is here.

It steps into the clearing, and through the gaps in the branches, you can see it. This is Jordan Parrish, but he’s different. His gaze burns with fire, and he walks with the weight of something utterly inhuman. Jordan spreads his arms and he bursts into fire, illuminating fangs erupting from his mouth.

Bonnie gasps. “He’s a hellhound.”

You don’t know much about hellhounds, but if it scares Bonnie, that’s not a good sign. Jordan turns towards the sound of Bonnie’s voice and hurls a handful of fire towards her. Using your vampire speed, you manage to pull her out of the way just in time, and set her down on the other side of the clearing.

Jordan charges, but you block his path. The fire on his arms burns you, but the skin is already starting to reknit. You stand your ground, and call out to him in the hopes that he can still hear you.

“Back off, Jordan! We’re not trying to fight you, just figure out what you are.”

The beast that was once Jordan Parrish snarls, but you can see it starting to revert back into a human. It closes its eyes, and when the lids open again, the fire is gone. A few moments later, all traces that Jordan had been anything other than his usual self are gone, other than a persistent smell of smoke and the fact that his shirt is now riddled with holes from the sheer force of his fire.

He eyes you suspiciously. “What are you? No human can heal like that.”

You want to laugh. “You just erupted in fire, and you want to ask what I am?”

He nods. “Yes.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’m a vampire, Bonnie’s a witch. We know you’re a hellhound, but why are you here?”

Jordan seems to accept this. “I needed a new place to stay, and something called me here. A lot of death has taken place in this town, hasn’t it?”

This time, you do laugh. “That would be an understatement, but yes.”

You remember that you’re not alone, and glance over at Bonnie. “I think I can take it from here. Can you tell Elena and the others that we’ve got a new friend?”

She nods, looking faintly disturbed by what you’ve just seen. You can’t entirely blame her.

When you glance back at Jordan, you notice that he’s regarding you with a faint smile. “You can take it from here?” He asks, repeating your words.

For some reason, you feel the need to defend yourself. “Yeah, as long as you’re not trying to set the rest of us ablaze. Want to head back to the sheriff’s station? I’d love to see you try and explain to Liz why you had to leave in the middle of the day.”

Jordan nods, grinning. “I’m assuming people don’t have as many problems with mysterious disappearances around here. What’s your story, by the way? Were you checking me out this morning because you thought I might be another vampire?”

Your mouth falls open. “I was not checking you out, I was making sure you weren’t a threat. It’s a reasonable concern, thank you very much. I’ve been a vampire for a while, and that’s just what you do.”

Jordan accepts this, although he’s still wearing that same smirk. “So what do vampires do? Other than eliminating threats, of course.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he appears to be sincere. “Drink blood, cause problems, all that. My brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore, are also vampires. We all turned back in 1864 thanks to some vampire named Katherine who liked both of them at the same time. She always bothered me. We could have been amazingly good friends, but she seemed to think that she could win over my brothers by making an enemy out of me. It was so annoying.”

Jordan chuckles. “Well, she was wrong there. I’m not sure I’d like to ever have you as an enemy.”

You hum in approval. “That’s what I thought. Anyways, what’s your story? Hellhounds don’t just turn up out of nowhere.”

Jordan’s expression turns contemplative. “No, they don’t, do they? I came here from Beacon Hills, but you already know that. I had a good group of friends, mostly werewolves, but I helped them fight their latest bad guy and there just wasn’t much reason for me to stay, especially after–”

His voice trails off, and you get the feeling that there was another reason contributing to Jordan’s departure, perhaps centered around a breakup. This shouldn’t make you happy, but for some reason, it does.

Jordan continues a moment later. “Point is, I wanted a new start, and this place seemed interesting enough so I came. I have to admit, you guys do a good job of staying undercover. I had a few suspected vampires that I’d heard about before, but they fit in well. Out of curiosity, most of the vampires seem to be enrolling themselves at the high school. Why don’t you?”

You give a delicate shudder. “If I’m cursed to stay on this earth for so long, why would I waste my time in high school? Regular humans already hate it, and they only have to go through it once. There’s no good reason I should subject myself to it over and over again. I don’t understand how my younger brother finds the motivation to do it, but I suspect it has something to do with Elena Gilbert, his latest crush.”

Jordan grins. “I can understand that. Does this mean you haven’t found a suitable crush to keep you in high school?”

You arch a brow. “Absolutely. Why do you ask?”

Jordan shrugs a little too casually. “No reason. If you’re free, though, I might not mind getting a drink sometime. It would be nice to spend a night with someone when you don’t have to lie about being a human.”

You break into a broad grin. “Jordan Parrish, are you asking me out?”

He’s smiling too, now. “Maybe. Are you saying yes?”

You pretend to consider this. “I think I am. See you at seven?”

“Sounds perfect,” he says, and you can’t help but agree. Perfect indeed.

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